You know those scenes in horror movies where the family comes home from dinner and all the lights are off, and they notice, something’s wrong. “Where’s Sparky?” They look everywhere and the kids are calling Sparky’s name but there’s no sign of him, until the wife flips on the lightswitch in the master bedroom and screams…because someone has decapitated Sparky and left his mutilated body on the bed. You know what movies I’m talking about?
Well, there have only been two times that I’ve felt like that, like I’ve suddenly stepped into a scene in a horror movie. The first was when the pharmacy let my dad pick up my birth control pills when he went to pick up some cough medication. I came home from work to find the little pink oval packet lying on my bed, and I almost screamed (in case you can’t tell, Asian households are repressed).
The second…I have a stack of mail from this week that I haven’t been able to look through yet. But a few moments ago, Brian picks up a package addressed to my dad and says, “What’s this?” It’s a large envelope with Bush/Cheney ’04 emblazened on the envelope. Inside, the print letter says, “Thank you for being a charter member of Bush/Cheney 2004” and included, there is an 8X10 COLOR PHOTO OF MONKEY-FACE DUBYA AND HIS WIFE.. I freaked out. To discover an 8×10 Color photo of monkey-face Dubya and his wife in my home, is like finding out that someone had taken a huge dump in the middle of one of the rooms in your house, but you just now discover it, days later.
I think I’m going to have this picture framed and put it on my desk at work.