white trash motherfuckers
my mom and i went to publix and after unloading the groceries into the car, i pushed the cart aside. there was no cart station nearby. i should've propped it up onto a curb or something, which i USUALLY do, but i didn't. stupid move (or lack thereof), but plenty of people leave the cart wherever they had it; i guess i just didn't think about it. after we got in the car, the wind, as i'm sure you've already guessed, sent the cart sailing across the parking lot and into another car. it didn't scratch it badly, but there was a little chip off the paint, maybe the size of a dime. we walked toward the store to tell a manager and this man and woman sitting on a bench in front started yelling at us about it. actually it was the woman doing all the yelling. they were rednecks. she said i should've brought the cart back to the store (which i'm sure she does faithfully every time) and then she started yelling out my license plate number at me as a threat, which she didn't even get right. ok classy lady, go drink another beer. of course i have a big mouth and am very classy myself so i started cursing at her (not calling her names or anything, just colorfully defending myself) because i mean seriously, the threat was pretty asinine considering we were obviously walking into the store to tell somebody. i don't know what we were expected to do; i'm not going to run across a parking lot when i can't even see where i'm going because of the goddamn wind and i could get hit by a fucking car. maybe i should've sent my mother and her heart condition to chase after it. so we told the manager what happened. i admitted some fault because i didn't return it to a cart station, but he didn't even think that was a big deal. stuff happens is what he said. he said he'd watch for the owners and then he sent us on our merry way. my mom also told him about the woman harassing us and pointed her finger right at them and they saw that. they didn't say anything to us after that. fucking assholes.
ok, now for something i like talking about.
i really love movies. they're amazing. one thing about them that's better than books is how a single image or line from a character can say so much more than the detailed paragraphs of a book. i'm in love with books, but they have to try so hard to TELL you things in a manner that'll leave an impression. but movies have to pack so much more meaning in such a smaller space, be subtler, and in some respects i'm sure that makes films more difficult to pull off. today my mom and i watched scent of a woman. i think this film is incredible, and the acting is so dead on, especially that of the master, mr. pacino. i'm not sure if ya'll have seen it, but there's this one scene where pacino and chris o'donnell are test-driving a ferrari and pacino is behind the wheel. and he's blind. and he starts zooming down some empty streets having the time of his life and scaring the shit out of o'donnell. once they stop, chris gets out of the car and says "ok colonel, you're not driving anymore." al shifts his eyes and stares off and repeats quietly, "i'm not driving anymore." yeah, he's blind, so of course he's always going to be staring off, but it was obvious that at that moment it meant so much more. it fucking broke my heart. and the whole movie is full of double meanings like in that line. i've seen this film several times and it still has me crying like a baby.
love it.
ok, now for something i like talking about.
i really love movies. they're amazing. one thing about them that's better than books is how a single image or line from a character can say so much more than the detailed paragraphs of a book. i'm in love with books, but they have to try so hard to TELL you things in a manner that'll leave an impression. but movies have to pack so much more meaning in such a smaller space, be subtler, and in some respects i'm sure that makes films more difficult to pull off. today my mom and i watched scent of a woman. i think this film is incredible, and the acting is so dead on, especially that of the master, mr. pacino. i'm not sure if ya'll have seen it, but there's this one scene where pacino and chris o'donnell are test-driving a ferrari and pacino is behind the wheel. and he's blind. and he starts zooming down some empty streets having the time of his life and scaring the shit out of o'donnell. once they stop, chris gets out of the car and says "ok colonel, you're not driving anymore." al shifts his eyes and stares off and repeats quietly, "i'm not driving anymore." yeah, he's blind, so of course he's always going to be staring off, but it was obvious that at that moment it meant so much more. it fucking broke my heart. and the whole movie is full of double meanings like in that line. i've seen this film several times and it still has me crying like a baby.
love it.