Yes, that's today's anxiety-era youth: they stay up late drinking coffee, which makes them too jittery for pitching woo.

You know, there's not a single person who ever recognized themselves in this ad. Just someone else.

 

 
 

 

The way he says it and looks at us makes me suspect it might actually be his daughter. We rarely see any fathers around when the coffee-wrecked daughters sob to a parent.

 

 

It might be the reproduction, but so often the women end up as horrible leering demons at the end. But as Mr. Coffee Nerves said: THAT'S HIS BABY