The Gimp Was On His Way

Somebody emailed me this funny little clash-of-cultures anecdote, in which a reluctant new husband is forced to watch Pulp Fiction with his conservative Iowa in-laws:

The show was on and as soon as the cussing began the look of wondrous expectation dissolved from her parent’s faces. I kept hoping someone would stop it. Surely to God the watch scene would cause them to stop it before we got to the ultimate scene in the film. But no, they soldiered through it. And so, as Bruce Willis and Ving Rhames ran into the pawn shop I silently prayed lightning would strike me dead. But sadly, it was a gloriously sunny day. And the gimp was on his way.

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