Texas Diaries 2: Inglorious Basterds

Anyone who has lived in the US knows the kind of importance that is given to cleanliness and maintenance of apartments by the owners. There are inspections in which you are expected to present your apartment in the best possible way. Also, according to the Heisenberg's uncertainty principle, it is impossible to keep your apartment clean at all times. So this one time, all of us put in our best efforts to clean up the apartment and did a decent job - but for the cockroaches. We didn't know what to do about them. So we called for the pest control guys who are employed by the owners. 

Five days had passed since the clean up and the apartment was coming back to it's original form. That was the day there was a heavy knock on the door. I opened the door and found a tall burly man with his equipment. "Pest Control," he said in a voice that would have scared all the pests if they had ears. He was a born Texan, which I could tell from his strong southern accent. He walked inside and began to prepare the pest bait. I found the syringe-paste he used interesting and asked him, "So you put these baits and when cockroaches eat them, they die?". 

He looked at me and in a heavy southern accent said, "They're gonna die". The moment he said this, there was a spark in my brain. I could feel it. I realized this man was said the exact same words Lieutenant Aldo Raine, played by Brad Pitt says about Nazis in Inglorious Basterds. There was so much similarity in their voice that if you closed eyes, you would believe that Aldo Raine was standing in front of you. It was the exact same voice. I kept wondering as he quickly got to work and finished his job over the next few minutes.

This is where I didn't keep quiet and the impulsive conversationalist in me was at work already. 

"What is your name, sir?" I asked. 

"My name is X," he said. 

"Do you watch movies?"

"Yeah, I do. But not too many," he said. 

"Did you watch Inglorious Basterds?" I asked. 

"No...I didn't" he said. 

"Do you know Brad Pitt?" I asked. 

"Yeah, of course," he said. 

"When you said "They're gonna die", you exactly sounded like Brad Pitt in Inglorious Basterds," I said. 

"Wow? Really?" he said as he began to blush with happiness. 

"Yes of course you do. I cannot find a reason to tell your voice was different from his. You sound exactly like him," I said. 

"Thank you, that's so nice to hear," he said and looked evidently delighted. 

A casual chatter followed before he left. He seemed very happy with the compliment he had received and he left with that I-sound-like-Brad-Pitt-yay! smile. But I was wrong. The next day, they sent an inspection squad to our apartment because this gentleman had mentioned to the authorities that our apartment was not clean. One of his responsibilities was to report apartments that are not maintained clean. He did his job. Brad Pitt equalization and flattery doesn't work. Welcome to America.