You know that saying about "adding insult to injury?" Well, truthfully, I never really got what it meant. I sort of had enough of an understanding to hold my own at parties, should the topic arise, but now I understand the full complexity of the idiom or whatever it's called.
I've gotten a boatload of e-mails, voice mails and text messages since "The Large Game." Not just from fans who were bummed, but from people claiming to have seen my spot at the game.
Huh?
Then I found out someone else did a commercial with crabs. So, besides not getting my commercial on "The Large Game," a fair amount of people, including my mom, thought it was me in the other ad, where the crabs steal the beer cooler.
This is how my day started, with this e-mail from my mom (and of course a latte):
"Honey, congratulations on your wonderful new commercial. But you looked a bit tired and plump. Please do not work too hard and remember your vitamins. The entire town gathered around like they do on those American Idol Finales and we watched you.
Everyone enjoyed the advert, but as your mom, I feel I should caution you about using such subject matter. Stealing, Gil, really? Is that what they teach you in California? And stealing alcoholic beverages, no less? I understand you were acting, but still wonder what type of message your actions send to young crabs..."
I cannot even process the mistaken identity right now. Honestly, I would give my left claw to have been born a Hermit crab. I would so just hide in my shell and play pig pong until this whole mess is over.
Insult to injury. It's kind of a drag.
Pinch it!
Gil
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