Monday, November 26, 2007
What's that in your bag?
Last week, I took Jill and her friend to see Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. I bought two small drinks, two itty bitty popcorns, and two boxes of candy. I spent $937.26. Or damn near that. I wised up before going to see Enchanted this weekend.
"Jill, we are going to stop at CVS and get candy there. You can still get a drink at the movie."
I explained carefully that technically we shouldn't bring outside candy to the theater. I tried to explain the difference between breaking this rule and other rules. Without flat out telling her to conceal the fact that we had the candy (I am not trying to teach her to lie!), I gave her some rules about when she could have the candy.
"Now, if you want the candy, you won't bug me for it before we sit down. You will wait until the movie starts, and I will get it out for you." Perfect. Dark theater, loud movie. No one would notice me sneaking the candy out of my purse. Let's face it, I am slightly scared of breaking rules, so I would be very embarrassed if anyone noticed!
Tickets and drinks in hand, we wait in the long line to enter the theater. We manage to get good seats. Jill happily sits down, gets comfy, and laughs at the previews. So far so good. We made it through the ticket line, past the concession stand, and around no less than seven ushers. No mention of the candy to anyone so far.
The previews come to an end. The beginning credits start. A man and his two children walk in looking for seats. An usher leads them over to seats a few rows behind us, asking a family of four to move over a few seats to make room. Everyone settles into their seats. The usher turns to walk back down. He is on the step behind us when the lights dim. Jill, who moments before was in a stupor staring at the screen, springs up. The movie has started, and that means one thing....
"MOMMY CAN I HAVE THAT CANDY NOW THAT YOU BOUGHT AT CVS AND HID IN YOUR PURSE?!"
Giggles. Loud giggles from everyone around us. The usher stops, glaring at me. I shrink into my seat. Damn.