When I'm not teaching English in a classroom, I tend to tutor foriegn students in their homes. I was doing so the other night as the Calgary Flames took a 3-2 series lead against the Tampa Bay Lightning in the biggest game of the most entertaining Stanley Cup final series in 10 years.
Needless to say, I taped the game. So I finish my lesson with Jun (Korean kid, 14, has trouble pronouncing P and F, but does okay with L and R), and start the trek home to watch the game. I get in the elevator, and an OLD man says, "what did you think of the game?"
"Oh, please, don't say anything, I taped it and I'm going home to watch the..."
"Calgary scored in overtime, what a game!"
"Yeah, it was one of the best games I've seen in a while. Enjoy watching it!"
I drove home and watched it anyway. Of course any excitement of the end-to-end, offensive contest was muted since I knew the outcome. Any tension was absolutely sucked out of the game. I suppose this guy walked around for weeks, braying "Kevin Spacey is Keyser Soze," and "Going to see the Crying Game? Great flick -- she's a guy, you know."
This isn't the first time someone's told me the score of a big game I've got on tape. It's like people LIKE to ruin a big game for someone -- "Gonna watch the Canucks game, are yeh? I know you don't want me to tell you the score, but they won 4-1." "Man, did Cloutier ever get lucky to throw a shutout tonight." "It's a good thing Marcus scored that late goal, we needed those two points."
Would someone PLEASE tell me what part of "Please, don't say anything," could possibly be construed as, "Tell me the fucking score!"
... I'm waiting. Someone's sure to spill the beans, if only to ruin it for me.