My Dad called at 11pm his time tonight to ask me how the Pixar Disney merger will effect me. We don't really know yet. But I know this conversation will change:
INT. Chili's Restaurant, any suburb, USA. Bad lighting surrounds the sights and sounds of 1998. Two women chat under fluorescent lights.
Heather: So, how's your job at Pixar?
Me: Disney.
Heather: What?
Me: I work at Disney. not Pixar. Different companies. Pixar is in the Bay area. Disney is in Burbank.
Heather: Oh. Ok. But you worked on (last Pixar film), right?
Me: No, that's Pixar. I worked on (last Disney film.)
Heather: I never heard of it.
JUMP CUT: INT. Chili's, any suburb, USA, 1999 and each sequential year. Same conversation, same fluorescent lighting every year.
CUT TO: EXT. Waterfalls, rainbow, beautiful landscape. Same two women talking in 2006.
Heather: So how's your job at Pixar?
Me: Great, thanks.
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