Written: July 21, 2010
Like in the Movies by Christopher M. Bohan
“Some things are better left unsaid!” She said as she walked out the back door. But, she quickly changed her mind and walked around the side of the house and made a dramatic entrance through the front door. She wished it were raining, like in the movies, so the entrance would be even more dramatic, but it would do. It had to.
“I slept with your brother the night before the wedding!” She tried to cry, like in the movies, but she couldn’t. It came out rather stale and flat. She began to wonder why the screen door hadn’t slammed as she went out the back earlier, like in the movies. In the movies, the screen door always slammed.
Her husband just stood there with this blank look on his face and said, “Yeah, I know. I slept with your sister. So what?” Then he went out back to flip the steaks on the grill and, wouldn’t you know it, the damn screen door slammed behind him.
She stood in awe of irony.
“Hey babe? When ya quit being crazy would you bring out the Lawry’s?”
It was the best steak she ever had, and well, you can’t taste the steak in the movies.