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What an unusual weekend.
It all started last Friday after work when I found myself sitting in a darkened theater watching a first-run movie in a first-run theater on opening night. How unlike me.
My niece, Kathleen, decided to rally the “girls” to see Dear John - a movie based on a book of the same name authored by Nicholas Sparks. So we the girl’s gathered right after work, tissues in hand and ready to cry. After purchasing tickets for the second sold out show we proceeded to the theater and settled into our seventh row seats.
In our rush to claim a group of seats together we’d neglected to purchase any popcorn. Lucky for us when the concession was wheeled into the theater - baseball park style - right behind us.
“Popcorn, want to share one?” my friend asked.
“Sure,” I lied while screaming inside, “Share one? No! I wanted my own popcorn drenched with butter topping. Share one?! No! I want my own popcorn smelling delicious and ready for eating by only . . . ME!”
Instead as we sat and watched the movie, our container of popcorn was passed from one to another, handfuls being placed on my little, greasy napkin. Finally, when my little napkin was beyond absorbing one more drop of butter topping I declined when the container was handed to me with a question, “Want some?”
“No thanks,” I whispered while inside I was screaming, “Yes, I want my own!”
Then on Saturday I found myself with Tom, again, in a darkened theater watching a first-run movie (Avatar) with my 3D glasses on and sharing yet another container of popcorn.
Since then I’ve been thinking a lot about this popcorn sharing thing. It is a character flaw, this not wanting to share my popcorn?
Is it my fiscal irresponsibility? They tell me it is cheaper to get a big one and share.
Is it my food dysfunction at work? That desire to eat the whole damn thing myself.
Tom said he thought sharing popcorn was romantic. Hmmm . . . . I suppose maybe on a first date.
Good heavens it could be all of those things or not one. Whatever the reason next time I’m sitting in a darkened theater watching a first-run movie in a first-run theater and I’m asked, “Popcorn, want to share one?” my reply will most certainly be, “Share a popcorn… Sure,” while inside I’ll be screaming, “Hell NO, I want my own!”
AVATAR rocked didn’t it?
Avatar was the best movie I have seen in a very long time! I’d love to see how it was made. We saved our 3D glass so we can see it again. Very cool!
I’m with you on the popcorn…..I want my own!!!!
Although if you ever saw how bad it is for you you might think twice.
Still though for as often as I go to the theater, I think I at least deserve my OWN popcorn…afterall if the movie stinks, at least we can enjoy the munchies can’t we.