nice. I'd like to think I'd have responded to his ejaculation with something like, "Oh, so you're finished now. Safe travels." At any rate it is good that he absquatulated upon learning what time it was, regardless of how nicely he did it. But I probably would have tried to read my watch for him and spilled something on myself in the effort. I'm such a tool sometimes.

It's experiences like this that ruin movies for me. I only call them films if they have a "message." And technically, product placement is not a message.

I would've been tempted to respond, "... to get Netflix." Or maybe, "... linear, generally."
I haven't sat in a theater among The Great Unwashed since Good Will Hunting was released in 1997. I see ads on TV for movies I think I'd enjoy, but by the time I get around to thinking I'd like to see them, they're out on video. And I have a great big leather chair.

Rob had a similar experience. the woman was Very Important, she was the second (widowed) wife of the grandson of Georges Clemenceau (see WWI). Only she said; 'Bread'. What she wanted was 'where is the nearest bakery s'il vous plaît?' Rob pretended not to know.