Waiting…

August 19, 2007

I can’t remember the last time I saw my husband laugh so much at a movie. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him laugh that hard at a movie that wasn’t one of those Blue Collar Comedy Tour movies.

I had always wondered why my husband didn’t find Office Space very amusing. I understand that all the office scenes were a world away from him, but he didn’t find the restaurant scenes funny either – and he worked at Friday’s for 6 years. He fucking despised flair, hated the crap on the wall, hated their stupid fruity drinks. But after watching Waiting… I figured out why it didn’t strike a chord with him. The restaurant scenes in Office Space, while funny, were written from the outside looking in. They showed all the horrible things about working in that environment from the point of view of a guest – not the point of view a person working there. Waiting… depicts the exact opposite. This movie had to have been written by someone who has done the time and worked in shitty chain restaurant after shitty chain restaurant.

I was curious as to whether my husband has ever come across the Penis Showing Game at any of the places he’s worked. The answer was no, but I was surprised that they did play another game. Not sure what to call it, but it consists of popping another waiter in the nuts whenever possible. I didn’t think it was possible to find a game GAYER than the Penis Showing Game, but there you go. (I’m guessing that it’s okay to say it’s GAYER, since it actually consists of men touching one another’s genitals.)

This film hit so close to home, we were able to mentally assign each one of the characters to people we knew from his bartending days. His old roommate was definitely Ryan Reynolds, without the smoking hot body. He would fuck anything that moved and the younger, the better. I’d have to say that my best friend was a lot like Anna Faris’ character, with a touch of the chain-smoking angry chick. I don’t want to get into too many more specifics – I don’t want to get sued for libel. I will say that my husband was able to relate to the Mac Guy’s character. In case you’re wondering, my husband got out too.

Even though I’ve never waited tables in my life, this is a damn funny film. If you take one thing away from Waiting… it should be to always remember – don’t fuck with people who serve your food.