But all that bad news about the Vega is in the future. They have three years to build a campaign, name the car, shepherd it through its introduction, and bask in all the awards and accolades that it garnered before the truth set in.
I have a hard time imagining Don will still be part of this scene by then. And in any case, nobody blames the ad agency for bad cars.
Meanwhile, who else thinks Peggy is about to turn her back on multi-culturalism and rejoin the Mad Ave crowd, lifestyle and all? I think the junkie neighbors and the ungainfully-employed boyfriend are about to be rear-view mirror material.
I've never been very sympathetic to Don, but this Jaguar storyline really got to me. I work in a creative department that answers to management and clients that just... don't... get... it, and to be in a position to "fire a client" is a dream, sometimes, and what fun to watch Don actually do it.
Nobody in that restaurant was looking at Megan's teeth.