Episode Report Card Pamie: A | 1 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT Sniffles, Part Two
By Pamie | Season 1 | Episode 10 | Aired on 2000.12.21
A hamburger dressed like Santa is shoved on the counter at Luke's. "What did you do?" Lorelai asks with love in her voice. Luke says she asked for something festive. "You made me a Santa Burger!" she exclaims. Luke says it's no big deal. "He has a hat and everything," Lorelai observes with a giant smile. Luke says that he just cut a piece of Wonder Bread, used a little ketchup, and piped on some cream cheese. Lorelai is truly flattered and says, "No one has ever made me something quite this disgusting before. I thank you." Her cell phone starts ringing. Luke tells her to take the call outside and points to his "NO Cell Phones" sign. Lorelai says that it's freezing outside and that the call will only take a minute. He says that the phone disturbs the other customers. Lorelai says that they should take a vote, and asks whether the cell phone bothers anyone in the diner. Everyone in the restaurant raises his or her hand. "Well, screw democracy," Lorelai tells Luke. She misses the call and sees that it was Rory. Just as she starts checking her voicemail, Cardigan Man runs in with a group of carolers and asks Luke whether they can sing for some hot chocolate. As Luke starts arguing that, technically, they are just asking for free hot chocolate, Lorelai is trying to listen to her voicemail.
I must say that carolers are really scary. I was at dinner the other week with my boyfriend, and the carolers were blocking the front door where you make a reservation. There's something about carolers -- that wide-eyed stare that they get when they sing, with that giant grin and fake eye-sparkle. And they're singing Christmas carols, which I really don't like, since there are only six of them and you just have to hear the same damn angels singing about glory and a newborn king. And my boyfriend's least favorite thing in the entire world is people singing "Happy Birthday" to him because he never knows where he's supposed to make eye contact. He hates it in restaurants because everyone's staring at you all opening their mouths and singing loudly. So, when we saw that the carolers had moved from the front door and were now moving table to table singing and staring like a bad roaming barbershop quartet, we ate as quickly as we could. Just as they were rounding our table, we stood up, shrieked, and ran away from them as fast as we could. Carolers. Hate 'em. ["Djb will be really, really crushed when he reads that, Pamie." -- Wing Chun]