The Asterisk Rule

There was a stop sign outside of the house I lived in Malibu many years ago that was not very popular. Its lack of popularity was expressed by people simply ignoring it, despite the presence of dogs, children other than their own children, and their own life. As I continue to drive over the speed bumps of life, technically the real speed bumps all over the place in France, and think of the assholes tailgating me who caused them to be put there to damage everyone’s car, I think of the asterisk rule, and the missed opportunity of¬†adding a tiny disclaimer to the¬†bottom of that stop sign:

*Does not apply to you.

Ehh, you don’t even need it.

There are one film covered by The Asterisk Rule