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Thursday, December 04, 2008 |
( 12/04/2008 07:14:00 AM ) Bill S.
A BASIC RULE OF LIFE: So I go to the dentist's for the first time since I've arrived in Arizona (have two fillings that have popped off that I'm finally getting around to have fixed), and I'm waiting for the man to arrive by writing the first paragraphs of my Zenobia posting on a legal pad. When he comes in and sits down, he asks what I've been working on, and I tell him a review of a comedy starring half of the Laurel & Hardy team. "I love Laurel & Hardy," he says after hearing my brief description of the flick and settling down to start probing my teeth with a pick. "I used to watch 'em all the time with my kids." They'd pull the movies out at Halloween, he elaborates, and view the VHS tapes then. "Laurel & Hardy Meets Frankenstein. Laurel & Hardy Meets Dracula." At which point, of course, I realize that the good dentist isn't talking about Laurel & Hardy at all - but rather Abbott & Costello.
I don't correct him, though. You should never correct a man with a sharp pointy object in his hand . . .