I just watched a really good movie, my dad said. The Girl with the Purple Parrot. You should rent it.
I cocked my head, thought a bit. You mean The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo?
Yeah, that's the one. Girl's a weirdo, but she can do anything with a computer. It's sort of mysterious. They don't explain how.
I know, I said. I read the book.
You always read the book.
Yup, I agreed, that's my thing.
Anyway, my dad continued, she went after this guy with a three-iron. Then she chased him on a motorcycle until he crashed, then she watched him burn. Then the guy asks, Did you see him die, and she says, Yeah. And then he says, I wouldn't have done that but I won't judge you.
We sat, my dad and I, and pondered vigilante justice for a minute.
So--my dad perks up--do you recognize the current event there? Ripped right from the headlines.
Motorcycles. A chase. Fatal crash. Princess Di? I asked.
What? No. He shakes his head, adds helpfully: Woman with a three-iron? A certain golfer who shall remain nameless?
Oh, I said. Duh.