Friday, June 20, 2003

WENDELL UPDATE: He's finally eating a little, drinking a little, moving around . . . a little. But still fearful, still in a lot of pain, and still . . . no leads.

I'm reminded of the scene from The Big Lebowski, when The Dude's at the police impound lot trying to find out who stole the briefcase from his car:
DUDE: Hey, man, are you going to find these guys? Or, um, do you got any promising leads, or . . .

The policeman laughs, agreeing broadly.

POLICEMAN: Leads? Uh, yeah, sure. I'll just check with the boys down at the Crime Lab. They've got four more detectives to the case! They got us working in shifts! Hahahahahehehehe . . . leads . . . (more laughter)

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