Really, this describes my entire existence.
I’m standing in line at 7-11, paying for my can of Pringles and bottle of water, when the guy in line behind me takes notice of the particular method of transaction I’ve chosen to employ.
“Oh, he’s taking out the credit card,” this man remarks, and slides a can of Colt 45 towards me. “Put that on there.”
I force a laugh and say, “No.”
“Oh come on,” he urges. “Do me a favor, you can put that on there.”
I place more emphasis on the “No”, adding that I have my own credit problems to worry about without adding his to the mix. Inexplicably, he then says to me, “You look like Christopher Reeve. You know that actor?”
“What?” I say, because he is mumbling and difficult to understand.
“That actor. Christopher Reeve. Did he get better?”
“What do you mean?”
“He was paralyzed,” he says. “Did he ever get better?”
“No, he’s dead,” I tell him.
“What?” This has rocked the axis of his world.
“Yea, he died,” I assure him. “He’s been dead for like six years.”
“I didn’t know that,” he says, his red eyes brimming with confusion.
“Yep,” I say, and I pick up my bagged snack food and walk out.
enjoy the silence,
thomas
The Making of Mission Difficult 3: Final Assault. This is part one of four, all of which are now on YouTube. So, you know, go watch them.