Challenges, or adversity, come in all shapes and forms. Most recently I saw it come in a small aluminum can. Of course, by now you’re probably wondering what in the world I’m talking about. We’ll let me bring you up to speed with why my pal silent John who lives in a car in South Philadelphia is my new hero.
Just yesterday a team from American Muscle returned to the site of our Live in It to Win It contest to win a brand-new 2009 Ford Mustang. That’s right, win a Mustang people. As in FREE!
Having made friends with our four willing contestants, we opted to bring them a few items they had requested upon our first meeting when the competition kicked off Monday morning live on the Danny Bonaduce Show on 94WYSP Philadelphia.
Our gift basket consisted of a few items our new friends had requested, plus a few surprises. Soon after our arrival we learned that while all four contestants remain, the climate had changed from new and exciting to, well, a bit more foul. Actually, foul doesn’t cut it. The smell pouring out of this car could gag innocent bystanders more than a mile away.
One by one handing out edible gifts, Silent John was suddenly filled with life as the sight of an ice cold energy drink—before you’d a had to check him for a pulse. John’s lust for the caffeine-infused beverage was clear on his face and in his voice. At our suggestion, John tipped the can upward, pouring every last drop of canned-adrenaline into his willing mouth. Our team was both impressed and scared given the potential consequences for such an act.
Following a few standard questions and some genuine well wishes, our team returned to the office to develop the next great sale for you, our loyal patrons.
Shortly after our departure, we learned that while our friend John was eager to down our energy drink, his stomach was not. Doubled over and holding back the blow, our man John fought tirelessly as the clock wound down to the regularly scheduled break where the contestants would be allowed out of the car for just 15 minutes. Holding on to his dignity, and his lunch, John knew that spewing warm energy drink across the dash was an automatic disqualification from the contest he was so determined to win. Still the clock counted down. Twenty minutes, 10, five minutes to go. Green as could be, John held off the barf-monster until the break bell rang and he lunged from the car only to release the complete contents of his stomach across the drive and much of the parking lot.
At American Muscle, we can only say: Well done Not-so-silent John. You came to play. You have our applause and our respect. And you can have another case of that energy drink anytime you like. We even deliver, as long as you live in a new Ford Mustang in front of Tony Luke’s.