re: #70 Obdicut

I got a story like that from the other side.

So, I’m roped into seeing the X-Files movie when it opened. Yeah, she was THAT kinda chick.

Anyway, knowing what you know about how I used to dress (dark suit, dark overcoat, dark hat) and the fact that I chain-smoked at the time, you can imagine what happened as we left the theatre.

Some little bastard starts in with the “trust no one” and “Hey, wasn’t that your daddy there? Are you son of cigarette-smoking man?” and all the rest of it. Juvenile and tiresome.

Guy reaches for my hat, raising his right arm high. I step into the space between his arm and his side, gently knock him off-balance, and grab his wallet as he hits the pavement.

Pull out his ID.

“I got your name now.” Throw his crap back at him, step over him and off to hail a cab with my date.

She thought it was the coolest thing a nerd could ever do. And I think it was.

(Post-script: I wrote a three page letter to Chris Carter, 20th Century Fox, and the Lowes Theatre company demanding a refund for the film , on the grounds of deceptive advertising and false labelling of goods in commerce. It wasn’t a movie, it was a crappy season finale.)