Sean and I were hanging out in the living room after dinner.  “I’m going to put on a Netflix movie,” he said.  “Do you have any preferences?”

“Not really,” I said.  I was knitting and wouldn’t be looking at the TV screen anyway.

He chose a movie called The History of Future Folk.  It had something to do with a guy who was an alien and landed on Earth with a mission to wipe out the human race, but then he heard music for the first time and changed his mind about obliterating the population.  I guess he decided to stay on Earth and met a woman, and they had a child, and somewhere in between he learned to play the banjo and played what were apparently popular nightly sets at a New York bar.

I sat there knitting my sock while the movie played out, and I didn’t make any comments or really start paying attention until there was a scene that involved the main characters going to jail.

I looked up at that point and stopped knitting.  I noticed something about all of the men who were supposedly arrested and were now incarcerated in the jail.

“None of them have tattoos!” I said.  “That’s so unrealistic.  That wouldn’t happen in real life.”

“Really?” Sean said.  “That’s the part of this movie that you’re going to find unrealistic?”