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a short story by Ryan Roe
When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was her face.
He smiled, a half-awake but wholly content smile. It was the morning after his wedding, and he was now sharing a hotel room and sharing a bed with the woman he was going to share the rest of his life with. He was so full of love he was about to pop.
She opened one eye, then the other. He continued gazing at her.
“Good morning, wife!” he said in dopey voice.
“Good morning, husband.” She sat up.
“Okay, dear wife. Today we will be seeing Niagara Falls up close on the Maid of the Mist boat, and having a picnic on the river. But first, a romantic breakfast at Denny’s.”
“Sounds like a full day,” she said.
“But first, let’s check the old reliable Weather Channel.”
He picked up the remote. When the TV came on, a basic cable network greeted them. Matthew Broderick was talking to the camera.
“Oh, hey!” he said. “Ferris Bueller’s on!”
“Huh.”
He was puzzled by her lack of enthusiasm “‘Huh’? Come on, this movie’s great!”
“If you say so.”
“Honey.” He looked into his new bride’s eyes. “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off is one of the greatest films ever made.”
She shrugged. “I don’t really like it that much. It’s just a guy running around doing stupid stuff.”
“But he’s Ferris Bueller! He’s like a hero!”
“He’s so cocky! It’s just a movie teenagers in the 80s liked because they wished they could get away with skipping school like that.”
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“What about the parade? That part is awesome!”
“All he’s doing is lip-synching that song! He doesn’t even sing it! And that could never happen, a random kid getting into a big parade like that. Not to mention that crap at the restaurant.”
It was becoming harder to remain calm.
“Okay, okay. When Ferris and Cameron call the principal? That’s hilarious!”
“The principal’s just doing his frigging job, and he keeps getting screwed over! It’s just, ‘Hey, it’s the little guys messing with the authority figures! That’s so funny! Ha ha ha!’”
He jumped out of bed. He cut a very imposing figure in his Garfield boxers.
“Are you telling me,” he asked her, “that you don’t like Ferris Bueller’s Day Off? And that the whole time we were going out, the whole time we were engaged, you didn’t like Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?”
“I guess that’s what I’m telling you, yeah.”
“I can’t believe this! I can’t believe you! I love that movie!”
He grabbed his suitcase and tossed his things into it, threw on a shirt and shorts and sandals, and headed for the door.
“Where are you going?” she called, standing up.
“I can’t take this,” he muttered. “I thought I knew you.”
“What are you—“
His hand was now on the door handle. He stopped and turned around.
“Just tell me this. Do you like The Breakfast Club?”
“Not really,” she said.
And she never saw him again.
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If only he'd known. It's an American tragedy.
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| One of my many breakups occured because my girlfriend at the time thought Star Wars was stupid. Not liking the movies would have been perfectly fine, but she thought the premise was stupid. That premise is something that I hold dear, so calling it stupid was too much. I'm just kidding...kinda. |
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| Garfield boxers? That guy had it coming. |
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| In some states, you can shoot your spouse for that. |
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| And to think that I gave up on marriage so easily... |
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| Ah, but does she like Two and a Half Men? That would be the real kicker. |
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Oh I simply love anything with Alan Ruck (http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001688/). I still can't believe how old he was when he acted in Ferris Bueller (29!!!!!!). And he was fantastic as Leo Bloom in the Broadway Across America production of The Producers. By the way I can't wait to see the movie adaptation of the musical based on the movie about a musical (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0395251/).
Incidentally, I can't wait for the sequel/prequel/whatever of Spaceballs, either. It'd be funny if we found out that Dark Helmet's middle name is Elizabeth.
--------- Franz: Never never never . . . dishonour ze spirit und ze memory of Adolf Elizabeth Hitler! Leo and Max: Dishonour the . . . Elizabeth? Franz: Ja. That vas his middle name. Not many people know it, but the Fuhrer was descended from a long line of English queens. |
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