The last time I went to the Drive-In was the very first date I had with my wife Judie of almost 15 years now.
Making plans over the phone, we had decided that she would pick me up in her brand new pride and joy, a '83 Honda Prelude, and I would drive her and I to the Torrance(CA) Drive-In(torn down in the late '80s, and which now sits one of those developments where they build house after house right next to each other, that are so "popular" here in SoCal). We'd see that well-reviewed new movie "Risky Business", starring that new kid Tom Criuse and that new young HOT starlet Rebecca De Mornay(who, as it turned out while I was watching the flick, reminded me of my previous girlfriend)
Well, just before the movie started, and as that cartoon hotdog danced on the screen enticing those of us in attendance to that den of culinary delights, a.k.a. the Snack Bar, I reached up to remove her rear-view mirror that was somewhat blocking my vision of that talking tub of popcorn.
Now I KNEW that reflective visual driving aid was designed to come off somehow, but I didn't realize it took a quarter-turn to faciliate it's removal. So I just pulled it straight off and broke the d*mn thing.
Judie then angrily yelled in my right ear, "What the hell! YOU just broke my mirror! Why'd you do THAT?!
Well...THAT exchange turned out to be the HIGH-POINT of this date!
Later, as she dropped me off at my apartment after this "fun-filled evening", I told myself that I was NEVER goin' ta see THAT B*TCH again.
Cheers,
Dwight
(funny how things turn out in life, HUH?!)
