the Lincoln commercial that leads you to believe the husband is leaving for work, but instead he takes a nice drive around the block (safely manuevering over trecherous suburban potholes of endlesss destruction thanks to his abolutely unnecessary AWD thats so essential in the wilderness that is a concrete development) and ends up back home, where he actually works. so he works from home, buys a monstrosity of a vehicle so he can drive aimlessly around suburbia wasting gasoline in order to outsmart the pothole/puddle demons all while impressing his neigbors with the size of his car (not his penis or his wise decisions).