ROFL!

My series of posts about the lizard shenanigans have, inevitably, brought to mind one of my all-time favorite commercials.

Every time I see this commercial, I laugh like that baby in last week’s post—the one that was inexplicably amused by tearing paper.  My reaction to this ad is nearly as inexplicable.  And attempting to explain it will likely ruin it, but I’ll try.

First of all, it’s the Taco Bell chihuahua.  A chihuaha.  And it’s calling Godzilla.  “Here, lizard, lizard, lizard.”  The sheer effrontery tickles me.

That tiny little thing.

Godzilla footsteps.

Boom, boom, boom!

Giant shadow.

I’m rolling on the floor right then.  I don’t even need the rest of the spot.

But, then, does the chihuahua panic?  Does it flee?  Does it drop dead of a heart attack?

No.

The reaction isn’t total terror.  It isn’t to give up.  The reaction is purely practical.

“Uh-oh.  I think I need a bigger box.”

I wish I could react to all crises in the same way.

Big problem.  BIG.  Get a bigger box.

I’m going to work toward that kind of sangfroid.  When I get done laughing, that is.