Ever since The Man with Two Brains came out in about ’83, a certain scene has remained vividly in my mind. After much Internet searching and a little editing, I bring it to you now.
Whenever I have to make a major decision, I find myself wishing for some kind of sign that confirms I’m heading in the right direction. It happened once when I wondered if I should move to a new neighborhood, and soon thereafter I found my car window smashed. That time I took the hint.
But most times, though I look near and far, I see no trace of a sign. I often suspect I’m like Steve Martin (aka Dr. Hfuhruhurr) when he turns to his late wife for advice:
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