The wait is finally over and Evan and I are on our way back to new town.
During our week long strange holding pattern where we were waiting for permission to leave the state (yup, it's that big of a deal) we saw a lot of movies. We saw five movies together to be exact. Movies seemed like the perfect thing to. We didn't have to talk to each other or put on a brave face during the movies. During the movies we could just be in some other space and time for a couple of hours. Isn't that what movies are for?
The theater closest to the hotel had fabulous recliners with spacious tray tables. It took movie going to a whole new decadent level. I loved it. Then when someone sat next to you were so far apart you didn't have to elbow wrestle over the arm rest because you both had your own big cushy arm rests.
One time a couple came in and as the guy sat down next to me I got a major whiff of RAW onion. And not sweet onions either. This dude smelled like the onions that I don't use because it takes two days to wash the stink off my hands after cutting one. I turned to Evan and made the big eye of alarm look. He smelled it too. Then onion man unwrapped a paper towel in his big paw hands and buried his face in the towel making crunch crunch noises. I think he was munching a raw onion all through the previews. Who does that??
I couldn't have made this one up if I wanted to. But I will totally file this one away just incase I ever become a writer one day.
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