October 05, 2005
Talking Down To Me
Over the weekend, I went to see a movie and the kindly old man who took our tickets looked at me, smiled his best condescending smile, and said, "Hey, you're going to a movie! Alright! That's real good!" I wanted to tell him, "Yes, every once in a while the facility lets me go on an outing. But I can't wait to get back because tonight they're serving us Jell-O with those little marshmallows in it. They even said I could pick between red or green Jell-O! And Derek--that's my roommate--he usually doesn't eat his dessert because on Saturday nights he likes to sit in the community room and watch the cars go by on the street outside. So maybe I can have his dessert too!"
But I didn't say anything. Instead I smiled, nodded, and found my seat in the theater, where I proceeded to watch a movie that depicted Viggo Mortensen and Maria Bello doing a sixty-nine and included graphic depictions of gangsters getting their faces blown off. I must confess, after receiving the old man's benediction, I felt kind of dirty about sitting there and enjoying the copious amounts of on-screen sex and violence. But only for a little while.
Posted by wintermute2_0 at October 5, 2005 07:24 PM