Yesterday I was watching Netflix for a bit. I like that I can turn it off and pick up where I left off later, I don’t like that I have trouble actually walking away from it because it will keep showing me episode after episode, but that is another post.
So yesterday, as I was watching a show on Netflix, they cut to a kitchen scene. Two women were in the kitchen, one a little the worse for wear, possibly hung over, details I don’t quite remember.
The other was boiling the kettle. When the kettle boiled, she took it off the burner and poured a cup of … tea maybe? Instant coffee? It doesn’t matter.
As soon as the kettle stopped
When the kettle was taken off the stove it stopped whistling and there were sounds of pouring and then the cup was set down in front of the ailing actor and conversation ensued.
At that point, I heard something in the background.
It sounded like maybe they were also cooking. Possibly breakfast? It sounded like bacon frying.
And yet …
Neither one of the two actors made a move to check on this food that was clearly and actively cooking.
I listened closely, at one point I decided that it must be a poor Foley artists idea of rain fall.
“That must be it,” I thought, “It’s supposed to be raining outside.”
I resigned myself
I went back to listening to the conversation and attempted to ignore the sound.
The Foley artist was having none of that, however and after a bit I realized that the sound was getting louder in the background.
“Surely these two can hear that.” I thought.
And then I also thought that it no longer sounded like anything I could even remotely think was rain.
A new thought occurred
I decided this must be some kind of plot device, that the two actors would suddenly realize they were burning the bacon and one or both would jump up and attempt to rectify the situation and whatever was to result from that would happen.
I waited. With anticipation. I was getting almost anxious.
“Surely they can hear that!” I thought again.
But they were oblivious
I was getting quite confused, and in all honesty, starting to become a little disillusioned with the show that had, up until this point seemed to be on the plus side of the usual chaff and fodder of the streaming world.
But still willing to let it develop and see where they went with this odd device.
I tried to calm down
I made an effort to try to relax and just watch, but after a few more minutes I was getting almost upset with these two oblivious people who couldn’t hear the hissing and spitting of whatever was on that stove.
The scene changed to a shot of one of the two women talking and in the background the stove was clearly visible.
There was nothing on the stove. No pot. No pan. No skillet.
“But, what in hell is making that burnt pork smell?” I wondered …
… then I jumped up and ran to the kitchen to try to save the pork chops I’d been cooking for dinner.
That, my friends, is ADHD.