This commercial could not be more sentimentally valuable even if it wanted to be. If you grew up in the New England area, you know exactly what I'm talking about. If you didn't, sucks to suck. From lounging about on the Lazy River to going headfirst down Geronimo, summertime trips to Water Country helped shape me as a man, and as a member of society. Most of my trips to this fun-filled park were during my time at Jewish Summer Camp, and perhaps the most critical aspect of trip day at Water Country was stocking up on candy. You had to be strategic here, because wait until the end of the day, and the lines were longer than anything Kenny Powers put up his nose. Once I had my haul of sweets, it was time to make a profit; that's right, I bought tens of dollars worth of candy, and sold it to younger campers at a 300% mark-up.
"Don't hate the player, hate the game." - Gandhi
I couldn't track down the actual commercial played in the early to mid 2000s, earning this post a N/A rating.
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