Had another awesome day at the thrift store. I bought a few DVD's for $2 a movie. Thrift stores have become my new Blockbuster since Netflix almost never has the movies I'm looking for and iTunes is going to be shutting down eventually.
Cheaper price, unlimited time, no late return fees, and proceeds go to good causes.
Speaking of, since your post just made me think of old movies, I had decided at one point while at work today that I would take this night off via finding this old 90's comedy
Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead, over a nice glass of Sangria (you know that if Sarah's Knight does any drinking, he's gonna be classy about it =P ). Since as I was washing dishes at one point in my lab, I suddenly stopped and thought of this classic line from the teen brother in that movie at the end of a scene in which he and his goofball friends stand on the roof of a house, throw plates up in the air, and shoot them out of the air with a rifle. He then goes in this stereotypical stoner voice, "The dishes are done, man." Which is what I said to myself in that same tone after getting the lab glassware washed and taken care of.
Since another worker there, Larken, had graciously volunteered to save me some time getting along with the inconveniences of the new information management system by taking up residence at my computer for most of the day, she was just past a doorway in the computer chair entering in some information for me, and I left the sink and went over to Larken, like, 'Hey, you're about my age (don't worry,
@LaBèlla , I assure you she had already voluntarily revealed her age to me in a past conversation - I wasn't displaying an utter lack of social grace by just guessing upfront and implying an older age for her
). Did you also know this movie from your childhood titled
Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead? With the daughter from Married With Children and all?" Larken enthusiastically responded yes and suggested that I indeed go look it up somewhere for streaming on the Internet after all these years. The line at the end of a scene shooting up fine dinnerware on the roof of a house as harmless summertime mischief for teens, "The dishes are done, man", is just always going to stick out to me.