At Least It Wasn’t Depar-doo!
Gerard Depardieu‘s apology for unzipping onto a plane carpet reminds me of a story from the days of midnight moviegoing in the dirty yet electrically alive Times Square of the 1970s. One night, in one of the seedier movie palaces along 42nd street, a wino stood up in the front row of the mezzanine and took a whiz onto the orchestra section below. When the female recipient of this golden shower complained about the outrage, her boyfriend stood up and shook his fist up at the drunk. The drunk mumbled an apology. To which the boyfriend replied, “Sorry? You say you’re sorry? You piss on my girlfriend’s head and you say you’re sorry?!?!”
