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Talk about something, people!!
Last winter vacation, we went to WalMart (it was quite the novelty -- there is no WalMart in TCOTU, well, in the REAL COTU anyway, there may be some in the outer-boroughs). So at WalMart, we bought a bunch of DVDs, many of which still sit unopened in the drawer.
Last night, our satellite reception went out as a result of a passing thunderstorm, so we couldn't watch tv, and turned to our collection of unopened DVDs, among which was Office Space.
I had forgotten how freakin' funny that movie is. It was especially relevant to me, as my department recently had a consultant come in to review what we do, how we do it, blah, blah, blah.
The scene at the beginning when each of them is in a morning traffic jam on the way to work and the nerdy software programmer is rapping along to the gangsta' selection on the radio, and then a black dude walks by selling flowers or something and he turns down the radio and locks his door -- I could not stop cackling. My son didn't get the joke (obviously.)
Is that supposed to take place in Texas? I suppose it doesn't matter -- it's probably just supposed to be Anywhere, USA.
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