Two different subjects went to war in my head for possession of this space. I couldn't decide between them so here you have both (plus a random photo from my personal collection):
1. Is VIP the worst TV serial ever made? They've started airing reruns of this one on TV lately (can't be new episodes, surely!) and OH MY GOD are they terrible! There's a fiesty, no-nonsense woman to appeal to guys who like the athletic type; a ditzy blonde who had to be some kind of a computer whiz to contradict all stereotypes to appeal to guys who pretend to like women with brains; another athletic but not so sexy woman to appeal guys who like the understated type; and of course there's the Pamela Anderson in all her gory - I mean glory - to appeal to...umm...errr...uhh...well...guys.
So in this particular episode, Pam is dancing with some dude at a nightclub, and between his Travolta moves, he goes "I could get used to this." I'm like what?? Does he mean he could get used to disco ? To dancing? To disco dancing? What? What does that mean? Anyway, I decide to give them the benefit of the doubt cos I am a nitpicker and often don't see the other person's point of view, especially when it's dumb as hell!! So I watch on, and suddenly Pam falls to the ground on her back with her legs all curled up and starts spinning like the breakdancers do. She goes round and round for about 20 seconds (which is a long time) and all this while the guy is looking down at her the way one would look at a cat with wings. She finally gets up and wobbles unsteadily to the bar hanging onto his arm, where he is hit on by some woman who sidles up to him and says "You are so cute. Call me some time." and hands him her card. He looks at the card, then at her, and says "OK." (Who wrote the dialogues? Who? Who?) Then they leave the nightclub and are peppered with bullets from sudden attackers, but Pam saves the day cos in her haste to duck, she kind of falls and her shoe flies up high in the air and comes down pointed heel first into the main attacker's eye (he somehow happened to be looking up at that very moment!) and many more exciting things happen.
So here's what I think. VIP is a sitcom. A bad one.
2. This dude walks into a deli, where I'm sitting at 8.20 pm enjoying a peaceful salad, and asks for cake. All finished.
He: How can it be all finished? You're a cake shop. How can you not have cake?
Deli worker: mumble mumble
He: This is ridiculous. Everyday by 8 o'clock you run out of cake? This is a cake shop. I need to urgently get a cake for someone.
Deli worker: mumble mumble
He: Who's your manager? I want to talk to him.
Deli worker: mumble mumble
He: I have to let someone know. I came yesterday, some vegetables were over; I come today, cake is over. This is ridiculous.
Deli worker: Jagdish
He: What?
Deli worker: Jagdish.
He: What?
Deli worker: Area Manager.
He: What? Oh Ok. What's his number?
Deli worker: 98....
He (calling from his cell): He's not answering. Do you have a phone?
Deli worker: Not working.
He: Can you give him a message to call me. Who's his boss? Give me his boss's number. I have to talk to someone.
Deli worker: He is only boss.
He: Yes but who is his boss?
Deli worker: There's him only.
He: Yes but he must be reporting to someone. He must have a supervisor. He can't be the owner.
Deli worker: ??????
He: Where is your registered office????
Deli worker: ??????
He: This is ridiculous. You're a cake shop.
Deli worker: ??????
He: How much for 6 of those pastries?
Deli worker: 540.
He: And those?
Deli worker: 360.
He: And the chocolates?
Deli worker: 25 per piece.
He: Give me a box of 6.
