Sometimes I Quote Movies

One of my very favorite movies (and yes, I have many) is "When Harry Met Sally."  In many ways, and yet not at all, it reminds me of my relationship with my husband.  I know it sounds odd.  How can a movie remind you, but yet not remind you?  Because the situation was different.

I met my husband in a diner . . . we spent a lot of time at the diner.  I just recently dug up pictures of me working at the diner, and I made a scrapbook layout using The Company Kit.  While I had not gotten around to telling my story (the journal block is missing from the photo below), I will definitely plan to tell the story of meeting my future husband at this diner . . . and never having to serve coffee again!  

My "diner days" at A.C. Petersen Farms in Simsbury, Connecticut.

When I think of Harry and Sally, they were friends before anything else.  And I think they annoyed each other more than anything else.  I met my husband when I was sixteen.  He was that annoying customer that would not leave the restaurant in a timely manner.  I also ran into him at Great Pond State Forest one day, much like Harry and Sally ran into each other at the airport.  Like Harry and Sally, we had many an annoying conversation. 

What was the same . . . many scenes in restaurants.  There was the famous "I'll Have What She's Having" line which is classic.  Did I ever fake "such a thing" in a diner?  Absolutely not.  So it's a little the same, but different.  And if you are confused about what I'm talking about here, WATCH THIS MOVIE. 

Sally Albright's famous ordering of food . . . "I'd like the pie heated and I don't want the ice cream on top, I want it on the side, and I'd like strawberry instead of vanilla if you have it, if not then no ice cream just whipped cream but only if it's real; if it's out of the can then nothing."  . . . reminds me of my restaurant days, although I was the one taking those orders.  My husband would say that it reminds him of me.  I am a bit picky.  Like Sally, I just want it how I want it.  

Did Rick and Debbie drive from Chicago to New York after college?  Well, no.  But we've driven many places to see hockey games and we've had many an annoying conversation in a vehicle (much like Harry and Sally).  Did my husband ever attempt to spit seeds out the window of the car, and later realize that the window was up as the seeds hit the glass?  Well, no.  But I could totally see him doing it!  CLASSIC!


Harry Burns . . . "I had that dream again where I'm making love, and the Olympic judges are watching. I'd nailed the compulsories, so this is it, the finals. I got a 9.8 from the Canadians, a perfect 10 from the Americans, and my mother, disguised as an East German judge, gave me a 5.6. Must have been the dismount."  Hmmm . . . I've never had that dream, but I can certainly relate to poor Harry, seeking mom's approval.

One of my favorite, favorite exchanges . . . 


Sally Albright: Well, if you must know, it was because he was very jealous, and I had these days of the week underpants.
Harry Burns: Ehhhh. I'm sorry. I need the judges ruling on this. "Days of the weeks underpants"?
Sally Albright: Yes. They had the days of the week on them, and I thought they were sort of funny. And then one day Sheldon says to me, "You never wear Sunday." It was all suspicious. Where was Sunday? Where had I left Sunday? And I told him, and he didn't believe me.
Harry Burns: What?
Sally Albright: They don't make Sunday.
Harry Burns: Why not?
Sally Albright: Because of God.

I love Harry's "game show buzzer Ehhhhh!"  But I was wicked jealous of Sally's days of the week underpants because I had friends growing up who had them.  Talk about an organized way of figuring out which pair to wear on which day.  You would not have to decide between the tighty whitey pair, or the other tighty whitey pair.  Although in all likelihood . . . I'd definitely mess it up.  I'd be wearing Wednesday on Monday, Tuesday on Friday.  The universe would shift!  

And a line I used before I was forty . . . "And, I'm gonna be forty."  To which Harry interjected and said something to the effect of "In eight years?"

"But it's there. It's just sitting there, like some big dead end."

I'm fifty now.  I remember when that line seemed appropriate.  Now it makes me feel wicked old. 

What's the point of my rambling?

There is no point.  Just like there is no point to . . . "Repeat after me . . . Waiter . . . there is too much pepper on my paprikash . . . but I would be proud to partake of your pecan pie . . . pecaaaaan piiiiiie!"

Yep . . . no point at all.