The Boys went to a movie at the last minute on Sunday so I owed The Girl one. The timings didn’t work out on Sunday so I said I would take her on Tuesday while The Boy was at football.
I forgot it was Tuesday – cheap Tuesday – all the low-lifes come out Tuesday – all the parents drag their kids to the cheap movie night Tuesday – all the icky teenagers can afford a movie Tuesday.
The parking lot was full. The food line up was massive. The Girl went and got seats while I picked up her popcorn. I had already smuggled in the candy and the water.
When I got to the theater The Girl had scored us some awesome seats – in the second row!
We had stupid parents with 10 kids right behind us. As the movie started the mother showed up with all the popcorn and was walking up and down the row dishing it out and hitting my head with her fat ass along the way.
The little shit right behind me kept putting his feet on my seat. Eventually my continuous death stare sent him to the other end of the row to sit with his mother.
The other little shit behind me started throwing up – that is one sound that will never be mistaken for anything else. The father kept yelling at the mother at the other end of the row to ‘get me an empty cup’. I picked up my purse, and my feet. Damn sloped floor.
The movie was ok, better than I expected. I hate Steve Carrel in the Office, but I didn’t mind him in this, he wasn’t completely over the top. The Girl loved it and had a good time.
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