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Mike’s Feet
Original Air Date: Feb 28, 2011
Rachel M – Staff Writer
rachelm@thetwocentscorp.com
It’s winter in Chicago, and frankly it looks a little light compared to what they’ve been going through this year. Mike and Carl are hanging out and therefore Mike can’t hang with Molly tonight. Mike wants to take his shoes off in the car, Carl refuses. So they get into an argument about how each other smells. Boys…tsk tsk.
To be fair, everyone has some pretty rank scents they have, I don’t care who you are. But the least you can do is keep them under wraps in enclosed quarters!
Carl and Mike are stuck outside the diner while Samuel finishes his paper before the diner opens. He teases them, rightfully so I think, they are kind of mean to him. Carl does an excellent impression of bluegrass music, and the fight continues. Who pays for gas, what kind of music they listen to, why they’re stubborn, who’s frugal, where to sit in the diner, etc. Uh oh, trouble in paradise.
At Molly’s, she spent a lot of time making dinner but Mike is too distracted to appreciate it. Being a cop in the winter is somewhat less exciting, mostly stranded motorists. All he can do is bitch about Carl, and when he mentions his feet to Molly, she agrees with Carl without even knowing it. Mike believes he’s “suffering in silence” and not venting, delusions much? Her advice to him is what she herself is doing, by trying to be there for him. She asks if she can do anything for him, and he suggests a foot rub. Blech.
Back in the car, they squabble some more, no big surprise. But they end up sideways in a snow drift for their trouble. The snow is looking approximately correct. At the Flynn’s, Mike is late to pick up Molly for their weekend getaway. Joyce has some very interesting advice, “testosterone is a poison.” Mike finally shows up with a neck brace, and they head off to the fancy hotel. It’s not so much fun for Molly, all Mike can talk about is his fight with Carl.
Mike: “Drop your drawers, assume the position and get ready to make love to a winner!”
Molly promptly leaves, and goes straight to Carl’s grandma’s house. She tells him that all Mike can talk about is Carl, which strokes Carl’s ego. Grandma tells him to go and apologize or else.
Grandma: “I’m gonna part your ass like it’s the Red Sea and my foot is Moses.”
When Carl gets there, they end up talking about Molly, and sitting on the bed watching a movie and drinking beer. All is forgiven? Seems so when they’re cozy when Molly returns to the hotel. I gotta say, I don’t think it’s inaccurate that Mike always looks like a doofus, but I do think it’s getting old. We need more. What do you think? Share your TwoCents here!
