And now, a conversation I had over the weekend:
Me (at work): Hello?
Woman: Hi. I want you to do a story on Forgetting Sarah Marshall.
Me: What kind of story? We're not affiliated with the studio, and I don't have any contact inf-
Woman (annoyed): I'm not ASKING for contact information! I want you to do a story on how Forgetting Sarah Marshall should be rated X instead of R! It's promoted for kids but it should be rated X!
Me (knowing what she is going to say but wanting to hear it anyway): Well, why do you think it should be rated X?
Woman (loudly): BECAUSE I took my kids to see this movie [emphasis mine] and in it you see a full naked male penis at least SIX TIMES! I don't know how I'm going to get that image out of my kids' heads!
Me (calmly): But, ma'am, the movie is rated R. It's not being promoted to children. It's for adults. What are your children doing seeing a rated-R movie?
Woman (even more shouty): I NEED YOU TO DO A STORY ON THIS! IT SHOULD BE RATED X! I'm trying to SAVE THE COUNTRY!!
Me (trying not to laugh): Ma'am, it's rated R. It's not FOR KIDS.
Woman (huffily): Oh, you're for it, you're for it. She's for it (directed to someone in the room).
Me: CLICK! (hangs up)
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