Overheard in the hallways at Iowa Corn:
Clay: I can't believe the crap I took over the weekend over the trophy.
Mae: I know, everybody looked at me as I was the devil.
Clay: They will all warm up to it. I mean, we all loved it, the schools loved it and the ad agency said it tested well with the target demographic.
Mae: Yeah...well... about that..
Clay: What?!? You were behind it 100%!!
Mae: Yeah.. I know.... But I kinda had a huge stake in it since you insisted I model for the "mother" part of trophy. The rest of it creeps me out a little.
Clay: What could possibly creep you out?!?!
Mae: Well, I can't understand what the dad is doing with that cob of corn, the son looks scared out of his mind and the corn cob is freakishly large - almost as if it's not a corn cob at all.
Clay: What the heck are you saying?!?!
Mae: The dad looks like a creeper!
Clay: BUT I MODELED AS THE DAD!!!!
Mae: That wasn't lost on me. The ad agency also tested it against the demo YOU sent them, not what the universities suggested.
Clay: I sent them "Females; 19 to 34"
Mae: You might take another look at that...
Clay: DAMMITT! "Females; 119 to 134"
Mae: That's why it took so long. We couldn't get through a lot of focus groups without having to call EMS.
Clay: Well, what the hell are we going to do?
Mae: We?? You got a mouse in your pocket? I just took a job with the Pork association.