"Huh?," I asked. The look on his face told me I'd totally burst his bubble and disappointed him.
"It's from 'American Werewolf in London!," he said, "Only the best horror comedy ever made."
"Oh yeah," I replied, "I remember seeing that on HBO when I was a kid. First pee-pee I ever saw in a movie. Freaked me out."
And Steve was horrified that I only took away the image of a nekkid man from what he considers a work of cinematic genius.
"He was the Dr. Pepper guy," I explained to my foreign-born husband as I brushed my teeth. Still brushing, I attempted to sing, "I'm a pepper, you're a pepper, he's a pepper, she's a pepper, wouldn't you like to be a pepper too?"
Steve was completely nonplussed. So I got in the shower, went to work, and forgot all about the conversation. Until later in the day, when fuzzy images of watching "Solid Gold" or doing my best shuffle-skate moves at the rink started fading in and out of my mind. It took me most of the day to assemble the memories into a coherent image, but the payoff was worth it: David Naughton, the naked Dr. Pepper guy, gave us the roller-disco classic, "Makin' It."
Vive le David Naughton!
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