Today for some reason, I recalled the tragically hysterical day when Dad and Mom ventured cautiously into a nearby small town theater to watch what they thought was a documentary on Alaska.
It was not.
It was one of Steven Seagal’s thick jawed, martial arts, clunk headed, high body count, ‘F-bomb dropping’, inane films…and astonishingly, my parents sat through the entire thing.
It was one of the rare times Dad described something or someone as ‘stupid’ multiple times…in quiet fashion.
I believed they hoped, if they remained in the theater that civilization would somehow right itself as the credits rolled. As I said, ‘stupid’ was uttered more than once. The whole mess was only slightly rectified for them with an excellent dinner…and I’ve been chuckling all day, just thinking about it…
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