A transcript of a conversation at the apartment this afternoon after I walked into the living room and found my room-mate watching The Bridges of Madison County.
Me, incredulous: “No. F*cking. Way.”
My Room-mate, defensive: “It’s a good movie,”
Me: “My grandmother and I watched that in the theatre and even she thought it was boring,”
(It should be noted that my grandmother was a huge Anne Murray Fan. As is my room-mate.)
Room-mate: “You can read the book in 45 minutes,”
Me: “That’s not a selling point!” (pause) “I’m going for a walk before I go completely insane,”
I was driven from my house by the stench of that movie. It was still on when I got back – I hid in the office and played video games until the credits rolled.
(shudder)