brian-mcgee - May 17, 2018
The first weekend in February, 1995 was a big one for all of North Jersey as The Jerky Boys movie was finally released and deemed fit for public consumption.
Of course my dad and I were gonna go opening weekend, and when Sunday morning came, off we went to see all of our favorite characters from the various Jerky Boys albums like Sol Rosenberg, Kissel, Jack Tors, The Egyptian Magician, and of course, Frank Rizzo.
You'd better believe we were listening to the album all the way to the theater, and my dad was about as primed for a movie as I've ever seen. He was already sold on the concept of a Jerky Boys movie, but once I told him that Alan Arkin—star of one of my dad's favorite films The In-Laws—was also in the film, he was sold.
All the way from the car to the ticket window, my dad is doing, "Jerky this," and "Tough guy, that," and amusing himself. Up he strolls to the ticket window and announces, "Two for The Jerky Boys, there."
"Alright, two for The Jerky Boys," replies the teenaged cashier.
At this point, my father decides to have a little fun with the guy—presuming he'd already seen the film—when he replies, without missing a beat, "Yeah, and don't me come in there for you, there, Jerky!"
"Oh Christ," I mutter under my breath as the bewildered cashier looks at my father, not necessarily understanding that he'd just gotten served by my dad.
"Yeah, I'm just messing with you there, guy. It's a line from the movie," my father says, as if that's going to clear up the rather confusing encounter this poor gentleman just had with him.
"Okay, enjoy," he said, knowing that my father was definitely going to do just that.
Ninety minutes of crushing disappointment later, my father was reeling from the awfulness we'd just experienced. I wondered if my father regretted his failed attempt at comedy from earlier, but he never mentioned it again.
I hope to god that cashier still tells this story, just like I do.
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