True Story
I was working remotely for a company in San Diego and had to drive down for an "all hands" departmental meeting. Tuesday night the whole group is out to dinner, three tables worth. We're in a back room and the restaurant is waiting for the kitchen to clear so they can serve us as a group. I'm sitting there after two hours of appetizers and a few drinks, zoning out and pushing around the bread crumbs on my plate because chasing that dang crumb was a lot more interesting than the table conversation about movies that we've seen and liked.
Just when I almost had the last bread crumb on my fork (no hands!), I hear one woman say, "You know my husband likes to watch porn movies." Well, needless to say my ears perk up.
Man, I thought. Get a few drinks in this group and they'll venture waaay off-road.
Now everybody knows that porn movies tell the story in the title. I mean, if you hear about a porn movie titled "Through the Back Door," you pretty much know everything about it except for the hats they're wearing. So now the conversation has my full attention again. "And," this woman continues, "he was watching 'Through the Rabbit Fence' last night."
My mind started racing. Wow, I thought, is she going to tell us the story from her husband's porn movie? What the heck is 'rabbit fencing', anyway? I've never even heard of that. Is it like with the gerbils? Do you need special pants?
"It was a story about these three aboriginal women in Australia," this woman says, "who walk across the outback to get home after being separated by the state from their families and how they got across the rabbit fence that divides the continent in half."
There was a very loud CLICK in my mind as the light went on. I swear the woman sitting next to me heard it. "Oh!", I said out loud to her. "She said 'FOREIGN movies'..."
Turns out I'd seen it. Good movie.
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