October 26th, 2007

msauvage purple

Friday night, chatty

So I have some stories for you today.

On Monday or Tuesday thereabouts, TCM had a Joan Fontaine movie marathon that somehow did not include either Rebecca or Suspicion, but rather a 1939 movie called Maid's Night Out that I only caught the last half hour of, but suffice it to say that she's not really a maid, she's a debutante, and he's not really a milkman, he's a millionaire's son, but he has some kind of bet going about delivering all the milk and checking back in to the dairy on time, but she gets him thrown into the pokey for climbing up her trellis in the middle of the night (I think. This was where I walked in), and the kind-hearted milkman convinces her to take the route for the guy the next morning so he won't lose his bet, and then the millionaire's son himself calls Plot Point's Bail Service off a card he magically finds in his tuxedo jacket some ten hours into his overnight stretch, and meanwhile the debutante's actual maid (I think) was woken up by voices talking in the debutante's room, so she just happens to be at the window when the milkman and the debutante escape and the maid assumes, naturally, that the debutante is being kidnapped. So the maid rouses the entire house and the debutante's mother gets the vapors and calls the police and it's in the papers within fifteen seconds while, meanwhile, the debutante is merrily delivering milk. Collapse )

I have to run back downstairs now, but my second story, for later: we had a fiasco on the level of the Sonic Incident this morning.


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