Me, blathering excitedly, "I really love your films Mr.
Boorman! I think my favorite would probably be The General.... but it's really
hard to choose.... because.....Well,... Excalibur being so shadowy... AND
colorful at the same time!"
His distracted response, "Ah, thank you, yes, right, well?
yes, ...thank you, Ok."
But this is not the story to tell.
When we arrived at the park, I had to show him what a grand
babysitter I was. I pulled out my best Haydee Freaking Poppins. With confidence
I unbuckled strollers, got out juice boxes, and began the proper mysterious
rapport you have with children you meet for the very first time. John decided,
I guess, to begin a familiar conversation with his children to include me in
their familial practice. He said to the three year old, "What does a cow
say?" "Moo!" proudly said the young boy. "How about a
kitty?" "Me-ew!", he exclaimed. "Now what does a dog
say?" "Wurf!", spoke the boy. This whole time I was just waiting
for the punch line, I mean my God!
Then it
happened, John Boorman spoke one of the most prolific lines in film history,
like an inside joke, just between us! "Now how’s about a pig?"
Inside, I’m like, "Really? This is happening?!" when he finally says
it, YES... "Squeal like a pig!" Of course, this completely
inappropriate gesture at the time, was a gift just for me, and I was grateful.
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