So I date someone who is obsessed with movies. I am not a movie buff whatsoever, in fact, I tend to obsess over the wrong parts of movies, which is a point of contention between Rob and me. On Friday night, we were watching Scream, because I had never seen it before. Anyway we get to the part where Neve Campbell and her boyfriend have sex in one of the bedrooms at a friend’s party.
Me: “Hold on, wait! What is she doing?”
Rob: “What do you mean, what is she doing? They just did it.”
Me: “What? Yes, no, I get that. I mean, what does she think she’s doing NOW?!”
Rob: “She’s brushing her hair…”
Me: “EXACTLY. And whose hair brush is that?! She’s in one of the many bedrooms of this mansion so WHOSE hairbrush is she using?!”
Rob: “Who cares?”
Me: “I care. I know it’s not hers. She wasn’t carrying a purse with her and there’s no way a hairbrush of that size would fit in her pocket. I mean really, that is so rude. I would hate it if someone used my hairbrush. It’s just nasty. Neve Campbell is such a jerk.”
Ten minutes of this and Rob has stopped the movie and I still don’t know whose hairbrush Neve Campbell was using.