Recovering from a weekend on which I was laid low by an endodontist who, on Friday, "retreated" an existing root canal of mine with a pair of rusty garden shears and a small cache of C4 explosive, I ventured forth into the public today, finding myself at a cheek-by-jowl cheap Chinese place in Redwood City for lunch, listening to an enthusiastic scene-by-scene (and sometimes line-by-line) recounting of the new Adam Sandler movie Click.
Not happy was I.
Wonder no more at who the audience for such fare may be; he was a beefy, 40ish man wearing a dress shirt, and he dug into his third-rate Chinese food with every bit of the enthusiasm he brought to his several minutes-long retelling of the Click saga, which he recounted as if it were a cross between Being John Malkovich and Citizen Kane. His interlocutor, who showed slightly less enthusiasm for the work of Adam Sandler, must have been a slightly lower-ranking co-worker who felt compelled to listen to Mr. Moviegoer yammer on. What fresh hell is that -- forced to politely listen to somebody with more seniority or pull than you as he bores you to death with the vapid subject of his choosing. Compared to that, my toothache was a vacation.
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Sorry about your tooth (and as a veteran root canaller I shudder think what a "retreated" root canal is) but you made me laugh.
what a funny post! at your expense. sgtg
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