Monday, May 21, 2007
timing is everything
On Saturday night, Ekim and I were sitting comfortably in front of the TV, watching the latest rental, Little Children. The plot happens to involve adultery, and there is one loud, steamy sex scene on top of a washing machine--or maybe it's just in the laundry room--but anyway, just as Kate Winslet is doing the Saturday Night Moan, the phone rang. When Ekim got up to answer it, I turned on the light and attempted to pause the movie.
Attempted is the operative word, here. I always have a rotten time with this remote, and after the eternity it took me to get the film paused, the embarrassing noises were over, anyway. Finally, I paid some attention to the phone conversation, and realized who it was. Holy blue moon, Batman--it's Ekim's brother! I think The Brother has called us once in the history of time--make that two times now--and The Brother has been, at least in the past, a Christian of the born-again persuasion, and for some reason, Ekim and I were both wincing about the thought of The Brother overhearing what we were watching. I mean, it was potentially embarrassing for anyone to hear those kinds of sounds emanating from our home, but for that someone to be Ekim's brother, with his particular sensibilities, is the most unfortunate of luck.
What timing! Now, I'll always wonder whether or not The Brother even noticed the background rumpus and perhaps pondered the notion of what passes for typical, over at Ekim's place.
Incidently, I did a google image search on bad timing. It's an addiction.
At first, I thought, why did this come up? It looks more like "wake up" or "alarm clock" or even "cymballed out." Of course, it could be said that there's never a good time to get up. That penguin better be able to make good time. Waddling.