Have you seen Vince? Of course you have.
He's one of the most obnoxious characters on TV, in a "can't look away from the horror" kind of way. His sales method is annoyingly aggressive, totally cheesy and a little bit frenetic. All the things I dislike in a salesperson.
I've been known to freeze salespeople in place with just a glance and a cool "no thank you, I'm fine". (Spike says I should be nicer. He's probably right. He goes over and chats with them while I happily browse on my own.)
No one actually admits to liking Vince. No one actually believes his threat of "limited time offer" - it's been going on for months now.
But he's growing on you, isn't he? Watch the commercial enough times, and you'll find yourself waiting for the lamest part. And then you're walking through the grocery store, absent-mindedly reciting the rhythmic "fettucine, linguine, martini, bikini". Next thing you know, you're grudgingly admiring Vince for his inexplicable passion and endurance. You think to yourself, "Ya gotta give the guy credit for ... something."
That's when the walls come down, and the genius is exposed. For Vince's commercial, over-edited and unsophisticated as it is, has been internalized. "Hmmm, it IS good that it opens up like that for easy cleaning ..." "Yes, I DO want more veggies on my pizza!" "My life IS going to be more exciting!"
Until one day, to your personal chagrin, you realize -
"I want a SlapChop for Christmas. With the Graty. Thank you."
(but let's keep that embarrassing secret just between you and me, k?)
