When I thought about what cartoon to do for MCW, there was only one that came to mind. Toy Story. The PIXAR movies have turned into my most favorite. Last summer, when a 3-D double feature of Toy Story and Toy Story 2 came out, I took a day off work and treated myself to a day at the movies. They were just as wonderful as I remember. I don't care that I'm 30... I cannot wait for Toy Story 3. I'll be there to see the magic continue.
SO, there's another reason why Toy Story is fitting for my selection. My first job was as a Hostess at a restaurant called Harrigan's. I worked there all through high school and loved it. I was 16, and thought it was awesome to have my own money. Anyway, I had always thought the manager, Scott, looked just like Woody from Toy Story. I mean, he was tall and kind of lanky. He had a bit of a big forehead and dark hair. But what really stood out were his big eyes. I mean, he really could have been a real life Woody. It was hilarious to me. So much so, that I always talked about it to my family.
Now, my mom and stepdad would come in to eat every so often, but my dad and stepmom came just about every Sunday after church, with the little sisters in tow. And what is it about younger siblings having an innate ability to mortify you when you least expect it? It happened to me at work one day, but it wasn't my baby sisters fault. She was three and didn't know any better.
My dad and stepmom and the girls, who were three and seven, are sitting at their table, enjoying their Sunday brunch. I stop by the table to for a quick visit and to say hi, when Scott, the manager, stops by to say hello, too. And then it happened. My three year old baby sister gasps in excitement, simultaneously stands up in her chair, claps her hands and innocently yells "Woody! Woody! It's Woody!" I died. Right then and there. I had NEVER mentioned to my manager about me thinking he looks like Woody from Toy Story. Ever. My face turned 8 shades of red, I'm sure. My other sister is cracking up. My dad is trying to keep his composure, while my stepmom does too. She grabs my baby sister to sit back down, and under her chuckles says in a tone you speak to a three year old, "Cate, his name isn't Woody, his name is Scott."
I can still see the whole scene in my mind. Scott just stood there, looking a little confused, but gracious, his big Woody eyes darting around the restaurant looking for an escape from the situation. He says "good to see you" or something to that effect, and walks on. I was mortified. I don't think I ever told Scott what all that was about. And, it was then when realized little sisters can ruin your life. :)
So, in honor of my old manager, Scott, aka Woody, and my love of Toy Story, please enjoy my favorite clip. (I couldn't find a good quality clip in the three minute time restraints, so this one is a *tad* over.)