The other night I was watching Lost with My Ho and his Youngster. At the introduction of the scene in which Sun goes to Sawyer to ask him if she can go through his stash of medical supplies to look for a pregnancy test, there was a shot of Sawyer, the island’s crude, cunning, sarcastic con man, enjoying a new read:
I laughed out loud. My Ho and the Youngster did not.
It took me a few minutes to realize that, being guy-types, they would have no idea why seeing Sawyer reading that particular book was so funny.
I explained it to them during the commercial.