Well, MPSIMS lost the coin toss, so this goes here. Mods, feel free to defy the quarter and relocate at will.
I was at a picnic the other day with two of my friends. All of us are at least partially of the “geek” persuasion, albeit with different specialties. I’m a computer geek with a side of music and movies. Ben is a math geek, with the same side interests as me. Greg is a movie geek, with a side of computers. Suffice it to say we’re all fairly familiar with the mainstream and the obscure aspects of cinema.
Also at the picnic were Greg’s parents and a few of their friends. Greg’s parents, and their friends, are decidedly not of the “geek” persuasion. They’re upstanding Bible-belt church folk, some of the nicest you’ll ever meet, but they’re not the sort you’d want to use choice four-letter words in front of, and certainly not the type who’d be familiar with, say, David Lynch’s Blue Velvet.
Anyhow, we’re all sitting down by the river, and Greg’s parents are starting to unpack the food. Greg’s dad opens up the cooler and pulls out a Heineken. He offers one to his friend. “No thanks,” says the friend, “I brought my own.” The friend proceeds to open up his own cooler, and pulls out – what else – a Pabst Blue Ribbon.
Ben, Greg and I look at each other, mouths agape. Our expressions make it understood that one thing is certain: It must be said. But who is to say it? Which of us can summon the courage to utter the inevitable line, well aware of the shocked stares of disbelief and anger that will follow in its wake? The time to act is quickly passing; someone must speak out. But who? WHO?!
…alas, as luck would have it, none of us could muster the strength of will to take action on that fateful day. The crucial moment faded, and we were left with naught but a giggle and a mutual sense of amusement at what could have been, and a disappointment that it had not been so. Such moments come but once in a lifetime, and then only if one is particularly lucky. For three friends such as us to have shared such a wonderful opportunity, and to have to live with the knowledge that we missed it, is a powerful burden indeed. If ever you should find yourself in our situation – carpe diem, my friend. Carpe diem, and damn all those who would stand in your way.
So, now I’ve told my tale…how about yours? Have you ever had the chance to say The Perfect Line, only to let it pass, and then kicked yourself for it later? I’m wondering just how common this situation is. So, if you’ve an anecdote of a similar nature: by all means, do tell!