As always, Dave gives us the view as a Scranton Insider:
Ok, first and foremost: I want a Dwight bobble head. There, I said it. Now, on with the show.
Towards the end of the episode, we saw a Froggy 101 bumper sticker. Froggy is a local country radio station.
This episode finds Michael off to New York to make a financial presentation to the Dunder Mifflin big wigs. While taking in the sights (and chain restaurants) of the big city, Michael compares New York to “…Scranton on acid. No, speed. No, steroids.” This got me thinking: If Scranton were a living thing, and was able to take drugs, and did take drugs, what would its experience be?
Scranton is an old coal mining town. Anthracite coal was (and still is, for all I know) mined all over the northeastern corner of Pennsylvania. In fact, my parents’ house is still heated by a coal furnace (the hot water, too). Every few months an enormous “coal truck” backs up to the house, attaches a sled to a small door at the foundation of the house and dumps two tons of coal into a “coal bin” in the basement (yes, tons). For the uninitiated, a coal bin is a small room that can hold a couple tons of coal, and is primarily used as a means to make your male child’s life miserable by forcing him to lug coal from the bin to the “hopper” next to the furnace via a rusted and habitually damp pail several times per week, covering himself with black coal dust and soot (I’m only a little bitter). So, if our “junkie Scranton” were to take acid, I imagine it would have hallucinations of talking lumps of coal, a floating coal truck and any number of nasty things you can imagine a pail doing. Since none of these options say “The Big Apple” to me, we can assume that NYC is not Scranton on acid.
Scranton on speed is possible, but I think that Scranton on steroids would closely resemble New York. Bigger, lumpier and prone to occasional bouts of ‘roid rage.
The highlight of the Valentine’s Day episode was easily Michael’s presentation that he “…made on [his] Mac.” I’m glad Michael’s a Mac user. That would explain his iTunes playlist. Anyway, in his video he says, “Life moves a little slower in Scranton, Pennsylvania, and that’s how we like it.” Slower? Hm, I’m not certain what he meant by that. Slower than Scranton on speed, surely.
My one disappointment from this week: I really wanted to see the name of the florist who was bringing all the flowers and gifts in. Ah well, you can’t have everything. That’s it for this week folks. Thanks for reading, and I’ll talk to you again soon, heyna?
