y2k

If I were to make this decade a movie it would open like this:

It's almost midnight, 1999. In time square the people are massed together in the freezing weather. Dick Clark still hosts the ball drop, by himself.

It's on the TV.

On the interstate in Montana a man is bleary eyed, he's been driving all day.18 wheeler. He pulls into a "Pilot's" or another one of those places that is part gas station, part pizza hut, part 7-11 and part place to shower. It's deserted, only the one employee on bonus time is there.

He's watching the TV.

The tired trucker shuffles through the store, he begins to pour himself some coffee. (Before the era of Mondo-get-out-of-your-gourd-jolt energy drinks had flooded the market, one still had to rely on Coffee, and Coke. Cola or other. )

The nearly asleep employee takes his feet down from off the counter, and sits up more proper. He lowers the volume a bit on his small rabbit eared TV.

Dick Clark, begins to countdown. "Get Close to somebody you love in 25 seconds it will be the new year."

This count down coincides with the truckers approach to the register.

The employee begins to ring him up.

2-1-0. Happy New Year!

The register, despite the proper sequence of buttons being pressed, refuses to open.

"Uhh... this won't open."

The employee keeps struggling with the machine.

"Well look at that."

He points to the date on the primitive LCD readout at the head of the register.

It reads: 01/01/19100

The two of them look to the TV where the New York crowd mostly clad in the newly designed novelty glasses made from the numbers 2-0-0-0, are kissing, and dancing under a storm of confetti. 2000 is emblazoned in light bulbs. Auld Lang Syne. Fire Works. Dick Clark finishes kissing his wife, while they mutually exchange loving pats on the back.

"Would you look at that." Trucker.

"Yeah"

"Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year."

"Uhh.. I guess you can just have the coffee."

"Thanks."

The trucker walks out and climbs back up into the cabin of his truck. He pulls away from the station.