Recently, Iwanski started watching the t.v. show “Trailer Park Boys,” a show that’s apparently very popular in Canada.
I never really paid attention to the show, other than to note that there seemed to be a lot of swearing coming from the t.v. whenever it was on.
So I decided I didn’t want to watch it. Because you see, whenever Iwanski likes something new, for some reason I feel compelled to not like it. I don’t know why this is; perhaps it’s because Iwanski and I agree on so much, that I feel like I have to somehow balance it out by disagreeing with him on something minor like a t.v. show.
Anyway, so Iwanski began campaigning for the Trailer Park Boys. Hard core. Every day, he would ask me whether I’d just watch one episode with him—then 10 minutes of an episode—then 5 minutes. And every day, I’d say “No, I don’t want to. I don’t like it. It looks dumb.” (Even though I’d never actually watched it.)
So one day, Iwanski gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse. He offered to go to the fancy-schmancy olive oil and vinegar place that I love, to buy me some of my froo-froo olive oil and vinegar that I REALLY love. In exchange, all I would have to do is watch one half-hour episode of the Trailer Park Boys.
Man, I could not resist that. I loves me my blood orange oil and strawberry balsamic vinegar (the two mix together to make a salad dressing that’s out of this world). And he was going to take the train several stops, then walk a few blocks, then talk to the fancy-schmancy sales guy, to buy me some. I guess the least I could do was watch a half-hour of some silly show.
So we sat down to watch the very first episode of the Trailer Park Boys. And a half hour later, I was hooked. It is one of the funniest shows I’ve seen in a long time.
Just a brief synopsis: It’s a mockumentary that, according to Wikipedia, focuses on “the misadventures of a group of trailer park residents, some of whom are ex-convicts, living in a fictional trailer park located in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia.”
My favorite character is Bubbles, a grown man who lives in a tool shed with probably 20 or more cats, which he refers to as his “kitties.”
The funniest part about Bubbles, I think, is that he’s absolutely terrified of Bigfoot, who he refers to as “Samsquanch.” He’s absolutely convinced that there is a “Samsquanch” living near the trailer park. It reminds me of Buck’s real-life fear of Bigfoot. I think it’s WAY funny.
So there you go. Iwanski was actually right about something. (Yes, it does happen occasionally.)
Now, every couple of days, Iwanski and I anxiously await the next season of “Trailer Park Boys” on DVD from Netflix. It has become our favorite show.
Iwanski is really happy that he won this battle. And I’m really happy that I got my expensive-ass blood orange oil and strawberry vinegar.
I guess everyone wins!