My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
Tuesday I had the day off, so I took myself to a movie.
It was incredibly hot that day, so you have no idea how content I was to sit inside a dark movie theater, enjoying the ice cold air conditioner for two hours.
It felt so great to get out of the 93 degree heat with a 150,000 % humidity index.
If this weather is any indication of what the summer is going to be like in the northeast, I may have to put myself out of my misery and lie face down in the street, while a steam roller backs over me.
If anyone reading this blog is living in a part of the world that is experiencing Winter right now, I will gladly do an exchange student program with you. You can bring your flip-flops, while I bring my snow boots, okay?
Anyway, getting back to this story…..
As you all know, the price of a movie ticket has almost increased to a down payment on a mansion. And yet, what’s ironic is that the square footage of most movie theaters have gradually decreased to the size of a port-o-potty.
And I wonder….do you think they could possibly get the seats any smaller or uncomfortable? It feels like I’m sitting in a hard, tiny Barbie doll chair.
Do you remember when movie theater seats were all cushy and rocked?
And do you also remember when there was such a thing as matinee priced tickets?
Oh, the good old days!
Twizzlers are my favorite candy to eat in a movie theater. There is something so therapeutic about chewing on a bag of artificially flavored strawberry plastic strips, while watching a film. Especially if it’s a scary film because the chewing gives me something to do with my tension.
Since I’m frugal and don’t want to spend $12.00 on a movie ticket and another $40.00 on a pack of concession stand Twizzlers, I will stop by the drug store before going to the theater and purchase a family size bag for only $1.50.
Then what I do, is cleverly STUFF them down the front of my pants. Not only is this an inconspicuous way to get them inside the theater, but it’s also an ideal way for me to watch the reactions on peoples faces when they look at my crotch and mistaken me for a PORN star.
Once I get inside the theater and find a seat, I slide my legs forward and then discreetly reach inside my pants and WHIP them out.
(the Twizzlers, I mean)
By this time they’re nice and soft; easy to chew. So, I sit back in my tiny, uncomfortable seat and enjoy the movie.
So there you have it folks…I confess.
I’m a Twizzler smuggler.
But, you have to admit. At least I know how to PACK em’…..
This gives a whole new meaning to the brand Dickie Jeans, doesn’t it?
Wishing you a Twizzler of a weekend everyone!
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