What I wouldn’t do to go back in time and be a fly on the wall during the conception of this commercial…two words: contact high. I’m envisioning a smoke-filled room, exasperation imminent. Proposal after proposal rejected by the wholesome people over at StubHub, rumors are swirling that the agency might lose the account. In a pot-induced stupor, one guy blurts out, “Ticket Oak.” Everybody giggles. The rest, as they say, was history. I love you, Ticket Oak!
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Ticket Oak For Days
What I wouldn’t do to go back in time and be a fly on the wall during the conception of this commercial…two words: contact high. I’m envisioning a smoke-filled room, exasperation imminent. Proposal after proposal rejected by the wholesome people over at StubHub, rumors are swirling that the agency might lose the account. In a pot-induced stupor, one guy blurts out, “Ticket Oak.” Everybody giggles. The rest, as they say, was history. I love you, Ticket Oak!
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