The other day a couple of my friends and I were having lunch. The conversation was random, then we landed on talking about movies we’d seen – either at the theatre or rented. I mentioned how much we’d been enjoying Netflicks, and that Rob recently had been renting foreign filmsfor us to watch. I went on to say how much we enjoyed the variety of the plots and filming, and that the sub titles weren’t too bad…I was being very descriptive about a few of the films when I saw that one of my friends was staring at me in horror. (Did I have something wierd dripping off my face? We were eating lunch after all. What??? Why the look of astonishment on her face? Was there a huge cockroach climbing near me on the back of our booth? That happened once to me – of course I was in Bangkok, a totally different story for another time.) I could see she was processing what I was saying. I wondered if I had somehow caught a bout of Tourette’s Syndrome? Did I accidentally cuss her out or something? Okay, okay, I know you’re waiting for the answer. Maybe I should write a little more first? Okay! I’ll stop.
My friend was staring at me with the look that said “I thought I knew you, but this is over the top!” She thought I said that recently Rob had been renting porn films for us to watch. Much laughter followed – the kind that hurts your belly! I am proclaiming here and now that I have never [nor ever do I want to] watched a porn film. Foreign films, though, they are fun on occasion. For example, we enjoyed the French films – Red, White, Blue – three loosely connected films, it was fun to discover the connection and to see the different approaches in filming each one had.
Lesson for me? Enunciate, Carol Ann, enunciate! 🙂