The doors open and we rush in.
A man dressed in a summer suit and a woman in a green dress stand in opposite corners. Maybe they shared a one-night stand and are now sharing an awkward moment, or maybe they’ve never met before and are just sharing an elevator.
Me: I don’t understand what that means.
Him: Spaghetti westerns, you know, Clint Eastwood?
Me: I don’t get it. What does Clint Eastwood have to do with Spaghetti?
Him: No, they’re called spaghetti westerns because they were made by Italians.
Me: Westerns were made by Italians? Why don’t they call them pizza westerns? Or Sicilian westerns? Or lasagna...
Him: I don’t know why. But they’re called spaghetti westerns. Look it up.
I roll my eyes and walk away thinking about spaghetti and Clint Eastwood and wondering if the strangers on the elevator have ever screwed. (Each other, I mean, if they've ever screwed each other because I'm pretty sure they have screwed.)
Later, I google spaghetti western and find that he’s right.
“The best-known and perhaps archetypal Spaghetti Western films were The Man with No Name …starring Clint Eastwood …and The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.”
Sometimes life makes no sense.