We went to the movies tonight to see “Fantastic Four: The Rise of the Silver Surfer.” It was okay. The special effects were awesome. It’s just too bad Jessica Alba can’t act her way out of a paper bag. Hubby says that’s okay because she looks good doing it. Which is fine if you go for that look (and if he does, I’m not sure why he’s married to me!). 
We always seem to have a comic moment standing in the concession line at this theater, almost all of them have established themselves firmly in the lore of the Taylor family.
Several years ago we stood behind a young boy and his father in a line that was taking impossibly long to move forward. I mean, how long can it take to fill a cup with soda and stuff a hot dog in its bun? That’s a dangerous question to ask, my friends. The boy and his dad finally reached the counter and placed their order. The kid manning the register was surly and unresponsive, and apparently learned to walk from a sloth. As everyone in shuffled impatiently, the boy watched the employee patiently. With complete calmness, he turned to his father and whispered, “I don’t think he likes his job!” From the mouths of babes…
The behavior of the average person never ceases to amaze and surprise me. Every time we go out, especially to the movies (what is it about movies?!), someone manages to do or say something that would never occur to me.
The middle aged couple in front me were cashing in their “free small popcorn” vouchers (because Wednesdays are “free small popcorn” nights) and get two drinks. The employee filled up the popcorn bags, set them on the counter, and turned to get the drinks. As the kid’s back was turned, the woman starts madly banging the bags on the counter. Then she pats the popcorn down, shakes the bags again, and pats them down once more. She’s settled the popcorn by maybe an inch or two, but enough that it’s noticeably below the edge of the bag. As the kid turns back around with the drinks, she pushes the bags back to him and says, “Can you finish filling these?” I guess you’ve got to get your money’s worth on a free bag of popcorn. Sheesh.
I watch all of this in silence but lose it when Nathan murmurs, “Geez, lady. You’d get even more if you brought a hydraulic ram.”
Do you know if they serve Dr Pepper at the movies? Oh wait, my mistake, they “got Pibb!”
But we shouldn’t worry, because they are an equal opportunity employer. 