Yesterday at work, I asked a cook why we were using a different cheese on the antipasto platters. His response was, “The cheese was old and moldy.” Like any good person of my generation I began spitting out other lines from Encino Man. Sadly, my twenty-one year old co-worker was lost as to the reference.
Therefore, I told them I would bring in my laptop and my copy of Encino Man on DVD for educational viewing purposes. I mentioned this with our boss present, there was no protest made. So, I am hoping the background noise at work today will not be a Pandora techno station as usual, but instead some juice wheezing and good old fashioned teen comedy.