Tide cartels, lmao. I would love to see the process in action. Shady guy on corner, 20 lbs of something under his jacket. "Psst, over here, I got what you need, girl," flashes red bottle. Transaction complete, "you go home and get those clothes REAL clean. Tell your friends." Tide fiend opens bottle, hands stop shaking, cold sweats go away after that sweet, sweet smell of real Tide.
I am a law abiding laundress, too poor for store bought Tide, I have to forget all about this cartel and continue washing my deprived family's clothes in generic CVS detergent.