I’m not a fan of This Is Spinal Tap. I’ve always felt like kind of a loser for not being avidly, gleefully into it, but there it is.
Still, it bubbled unstoppably to the top of my mind in a recent review of Curly’s initial blood tests for macadamia nuts (because, of course, isn’t that when everyone thinks of doofy mockumentaries?). I could see the little scale at the top, which basically said if you score less than .5, you could have a teensy sensitivity. Less than three, you’re allergic. More than 3, you’ll be taking an epi-pen prescription home with you (obviously, you should not take this as any kind of serious medical consideration- the accompanying explanation was significantly more complicated and the little scale was clearly designed to allow laypeople to try and get their heads around the whole thing). And Curly?
Well, she wasn’t 11.
She was 12.
And my thought bubble, complete with the ridiculous British accent: “But these go to 11.”