After accidentally picking up Max's landline phone and having to deal with a persistent creditor, Caroline becomes concerned about Max's staggering debts. Desperate to find a way to help her friend dig herself out of her hole, even as Max ignores and belittles her attempts, Caroline hits upon the idea of throwing an ironic hipster party with a cover charge. Thus is born the 90's Pop-Up Horse Party, where hipsters dress in styles I've never seen before, dance to bad 90's music I don't actually recognize, and pay $100 to ride a horse. Unfortunately for them, this wasn't an 80's party, so for forking over a benjamin all they got was to literally ride a horse.
Look at the pure joy on their faces. Cut that out. |
The real meat of the plot kicks in when Caroline hears a strange, old-timey ringing sound, and doesn't immediately reach for her iPhone for some reason. Turns out it's coming from a cleverly hidden landline, which Max desperately NOOOOOOOOOO-lunges at, to stop Caroline from picking it up. Never, ever pick up the landline, she admonishes. Why don't you just then, I don't know, *disconnect it*, Max? Geez. Turns out it's a creditor, and after an honestly amusing turn at being her own bitter grandmother decrying those that hounded her sweet granddaughter to death over an unpaid debt, Max and Caroline have to give up hope of having a constructive conversation with the kind of people paid to cold call debtors at all hours of the night.
Expressing concerns about Max's idiotic financial planning (paying $5 to everyone, regardless of principal, interest or even minimum required payments), Caroline insits on seeing Max's financial records to try and help her. Max, as you'd expect, is deep in debt, AND completely unappreciative of Caroline's help. Caroline tries to get her to take these things seriously, especially since Max is going to be their only decent source of credit for the bakery. Max is having none of it and keeps belittling this immensely patient woman with the heart of a nun who keeps helping her out of her shit for nothing more than room and board.
I dated her once. Not sure which one though... |
Maybe Max does get a pass after having to wash that thing for you... |
It's unclear to me if the girls were implying that he'd get lucky with them, or with another woman in general, when they convinced him to open up his diner for absolutely no monetary cut at all, but it's all moot as Han finds small-boy-woman loving with one of the gender-bending hipsters. The girl. I think. If not, that's cool too, Han. Anyway, the party turns out to be a rocking success, with even Gender-Bender doths her cap to the girls and their horse. Again, not a euphemism.
Can you punch hair? |
Anyway, O.C. Douchington's uncouth rejoinder leads to Earl's coolest moment ever on this show, as he slams a baseball bat on the counter, uses it's handle to manually turn the clock hand to closing time, and hams it the fuck up generally intimdating the shit out of Blondey McGinley and his Fun Time Pals. Sweet.
Awesomesauce |
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