It's funny how a shared affection for something seemingly insignificant in the grand scheme of things can warm the cockles of your heart towards another in an unexpected way.
A couple of months back a coworker who I didn't know well randomly launched into dialogue from a favorite movie of mine: "I'm not asking that of you. I'm not asking that of you."
As the cubicle dwellers around us watched in confusion, we gushed about our favorite Joe vs. the Volcano moments. We recalled Meg Ryan's excellence, the brain cloud, the islanders devoted to orange soda. We were exclusively in the know, we were cracking each other up and we were forever bonded in an intangible way that no mere mortal could tear asunder.
Today at work another coworker and I discovered out mutual fondness for the Krazee Eyez Killa (sp?) episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm, certainly the best in the series by a landslide. We recalled with great amusement Larry advising the rapper in question about his overuse of a certain unsavory term in his lyrics and the name of the rapper's maid: Delicious. The moment was delicious as only a shared reverie regarding a well-loved pop culture moment can be.
Speaking of which, I've decided that any future paramour of mine must avoid the use of more traditional pet names such as "honey" or "sweetheart" and address me exclusively as "Delicious."
From Tina Fey's news report on a recent SNL show:
"SpongeBob SquarePants will begin airing in China in December, so millions of factory workers can finally know what the hell they're making."