This movie comes out today, and I really want to see it!

(Has anyone seen the advertising like this? It’s where an average person tells why this movie is about them?)

And this is my movie!

Scenario 1 (embarrassment):

When I was in the ninth grade I went to a banquet with a guy and some friends. Afterwards we went to TCBY to change out of our dresses and eat some ice cream! I got done changing out of my dress and asked my date for the keys to his car so I could put my bag in there.

…Let’s pause for a moment so we can talk about his car. It was a silver Corvette! Not only was it nice, but it was his dad’s! Important information….

He told me the button to the “trunk”(there really wasn’t a trunk, more like a window that popped up) was on the driver’s side floor board right be the emergency brake. I was instructed to not mess with the emergency brake…easy enough! So I went out to the car and I opened the driver’s side door…when low and behold I COULD NOT find the button! So I tinkered with some things that I thought could be it and still no luck with the truck! I finally gave up and tossed the bag in the back of the car.

Cut to leaving TCBY…

My date turned on the car and all of the sudden we heard a “BEEEEPPPP!!!” and a big light popped up on the dashboard and it read, ” Emergency Break”. My heart began to race and thoughts flooded my head. Did I break his dad’s car? Is my date going to kill me? Do I look stupid? Can I just die?…My date freaked as well looked over at me in a panic and said, “Did you touch the emergency break?” And without even thinking (or maybe just thinking self preservation) I yell, “NO!”.
Now I REALLY wanted to die! I mean, I was the only one who could have done it…and he had knew that too. But I was way to embarrassed to admit to it. (and I never did by the way!…such a dork!)
Oh, and to make matters worse…we went to another place called Locomotion (like an adult Chuck E. Cheese) and on the way home from there I fell asleep!…and I slept the WHOLE way home! Wow I was such a great date!

Cue laughter!

Scenario 2 (flirting):

My junior year in high school I met this CUTE guy! I mean made my get goose bumps and all. We had study hall together and we pretty much talked the whole time. One day we began talking about track, because he was in track. He began to brag on himself and starred at him and his muscles with stars in my eyes…no lie.
Then I hatched a plan! I wanted to see him after school, but I didn’t know if he liked me as well. So I told him that I could run the 100 yard dash in an unimaginable amount of time…to which he laughed. (Now for my defense…the time I said was what I did a 10 yard dash in…and that was in the 7th grade…I forgot that is had only been 10 yards though!) I swore up and down that I really could do it. He called my bluff and told me to meet him after track practice that day and race him. SCORE! I accepted his challenge, and smiled because I was going to whoop his tale!

Cut to meeting at the track:

The guy told me he had informed all of his track buddies about my stellar running abilities and they all wanted to watch. Oh geez! I then began to panic…what was I going to do? I wondered if I could really beat him? So we raced….and the details to my slaughter are not important…HA!

Cut to after race:

We then sat outside of the track and talked for a good long time.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

……………………………………..

I know you all have stories just like mine…well at least I hope so! So come and share them with me. Remember this is therapy!

(I have pictures, but I will need to go over to my parent’s house for their scanner…remember this was back in the day!)

This movie comes out today, and I really want to see it!

(Has anyone seen the advertising like this? It’s where an average person tells why this movie is about them?)

And this is my movie!

Scenario 1 (embarrassment):

When I was in the ninth grade I went to a banquet with a guy and some friends. Afterwards we went to TCBY to change out of our dresses and eat some ice cream! I got done changing out of my dress and asked my date for the keys to his car so I could put my bag in there.

…Let’s pause for a moment so we can talk about his car. It was a silver Corvette! Not only was it nice, but it was his dad’s! Important information….

He told me the button to the “trunk”(there really wasn’t a trunk, more like a window that popped up) was on the driver’s side floor board right be the emergency brake. I was instructed to not mess with the emergency brake…easy enough! So I went out to the car and I opened the driver’s side door…when low and behold I COULD NOT find the button! So I tinkered with some things that I thought could be it and still no luck with the truck! I finally gave up and tossed the bag in the back of the car.

Cut to leaving TCBY…

My date turned on the car and all of the sudden we heard a “BEEEEPPPP!!!” and a big light popped up on the dashboard and it read, ” Emergency Break”. My heart began to race and thoughts flooded my head. Did I break his dad’s car? Is my date going to kill me? Do I look stupid? Can I just die?…My date freaked as well looked over at me in a panic and said, “Did you touch the emergency break?” And without even thinking (or maybe just thinking self preservation) I yell, “NO!”.
Now I REALLY wanted to die! I mean, I was the only one who could have done it…and he had knew that too. But I was way to embarrassed to admit to it. (and I never did by the way!…such a dork!)
Oh, and to make matters worse…we went to another place called Locomotion (like an adult Chuck E. Cheese) and on the way home from there I fell asleep!…and I slept the WHOLE way home! Wow I was such a great date!

Cue laughter!

Scenario 2 (flirting):

My junior year in high school I met this CUTE guy! I mean made my get goose bumps and all. We had study hall together and we pretty much talked the whole time. One day we began talking about track, because he was in track. He began to brag on himself and starred at him and his muscles with stars in my eyes…no lie.
Then I hatched a plan! I wanted to see him after school, but I didn’t know if he liked me as well. So I told him that I could run the 100 yard dash in an unimaginable amount of time…to which he laughed. (Now for my defense…the time I said was what I did a 10 yard dash in…and that was in the 7th grade…I forgot that is had only been 10 yards though!) I swore up and down that I really could do it. He called my bluff and told me to meet him after track practice that day and race him. SCORE! I accepted his challenge, and smiled because I was going to whoop his tale!

Cut to meeting at the track:

The guy told me he had informed all of his track buddies about my stellar running abilities and they all wanted to watch. Oh geez! I then began to panic…what was I going to do? I wondered if I could really beat him? So we raced….and the details to my slaughter are not important…HA!

Cut to after race:

We then sat outside of the track and talked for a good long time.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

……………………………………..

I know you all have stories just like mine…well at least I hope so! So come and share them with me. Remember this is therapy!

(I have pictures, but I will need to go over to my parent’s house for their scanner…remember this was back in the day!)