Sometimes I wonder what people are thinking.
Like when Stone and I went to the movie on Friday night.....We were purchasing our tickets when we noticed a bit of commotion to the left of the ticket counter. A fellow movie goer was enraged that he was not allowed to bring his GIANT (MADE AT HOME) FRUIT SMOOTHIE into the movie with him. He was actually arguing with the manager of the theater.
Excuse me sir? Are you from planet Earth?
Everyone knows if you are going to smuggle in outside food you
A)don't waltz in with it in your hand
B) you don't bring food/drink that can't be hidden in a large purse
C) you DEFINITELY don't bring a soda in a can.
Nothing says I've got contraband like the "POP" of a soda can. Believe me when I say it. I've lived through it. Growing up mi Madre would pack us little goodie bags full of treats to eat while at the movie.
I was blasted back to the past when Stone and I went to see "Taken" with my parents. (Liam, I want to put you in my pocket and carry you around all day) We sit down in our seats. I glance over to mi Madre. She and my dad are pouring popcorn from their bin into a gallon size Ziploc bag she brought from home.
"Seriously? Is this really happening?" I ask as she hands me the plastic bag.
Her response "Court, this isn't my first rodeo."