(Update: After sharing this story with a few friends, I was encouraged to send it to Leah Garchik at the San Francisco Chronicle. A few days later it appeared in print. Thanks Leah!)
This morning while walking to the J line stop on Church Street, I needed to stop at the blue post box on the corner to drop off one of those little red Netflix envelopes.
As I approached the post box, a frail little old lady was also approaching, but from the opposite side, and half a second closer than me.
I politely yielded to her, and to my surprise, after she released her letter, she looked up at me and said, “What movie did you watch?”
Being a little off balance without caffeine on a Monday morning, and also a bit stunned from her knowledge of Netflix, I quite innocently responded, “Snatch”.
But before the word finished leaving my mouth I knew what I had done, and without missing a beat began rapid firing my defense, “It’s with Benicio Del Toro…a British film…directed by Guy Ritchie…Brad Pitt is in it too…it’s about a boxer and a heist”.
Her response was simply, “Sounds more like a porno.”
