Michel explains to Lorelai that he thought he had a week before it was to be delivered -- he even had a Craigslist ad and everything -- but that they delivered it days ahead of schedule. This is infuriating to all of y'all who are still waiting on your Honda Hybrid cars to be delivered, months after you've ordered/paid for them. Lorelai asks the driver if she can pay him to remove the vehicle for an hour. The driver says he can't. The photographer's ready to pack it in because the dust kicked up by the vehicle has ruined the day. Lorelai promises that she can fix everything before they lose the light. Sookie waddles down the steps to ask about the roast. Michel complains that he doesn't know how to work his Space-Shuttle-like motor home. The photographer says it's too late for the shot (perhaps he should have arrived sooner than 4?), but adds that he'll take some interiors "for the hell of it." Annie Leibovitz, look out. Sookie's more than happy to take the photographer inside, where it doesn't look quite so podunk.
Lorelai gets to immediately scolding Michel, even though he's already explained how this isn't his fault and that he tried to get it stopped early and if anything, it's that crappy bellman's fault. But Lorelai's in boss mode, and you can't stop her. Get this: Lorelai actually says to Michel, "Michel, I know the world revolves around you and we all have to understand that." Oh, my. Michel wants to keep his job, so he doesn't say any of the thousands of things we'd offer him to shoot back right now. Michel says that he didn't think it was going to be delivered today. Then Lorelai says something that I hope will be one day followed by a massive apology: "You didn't think. Period. You know, I don't always expect you to be a great help around here, but how 'bout not being a super-colossal hindrance to us all. Okay?" Lorelai runs into the house as we throw heavy objects at our television screens. Go give someone a snowjob, Lorelai. You're the one who never ordered mats, who didn't put in enough food orders, who overbooks or underbooks. She who leaves at a moment's notice when her love life is in jeopardy. Oh, whatever. I hope you have to buy Michel three motor homes and nine smog globes to apologize for your tantrum.
The Yale cafeteria looks an awful lot like a courtroom when a guy walks up and asks Rory, "Business or pleasure?" She's seated on a couch, reading a book with a lengthy title about dictatorship. This guy, we're supposed to remember, is Robert from Logan's poker game. He tells Rory he's waiting for the movie version of her book. Rory says Renée Zellweger's gaining "a ton of weight" to play the peasant. Robert and his clenched jaw invite Rory to Finn's birthday party, a place with the promise of lots of booze and no food. Rory accepts, and then Robert tells her about the Quentin Tarantino theme. The last time I dressed as a QT heroine, it was 1997, and I do believe these kids were still in grade school. Maybe it's time for Finn to upgrade to a Kevin Smith theme, or something in more of a Lynch. Rory has a very long smug moment of bliss as she realizes she's totally now having casual relationships as well.