I really should not have been surprised about my recent movie theater fiasco. After all, I am the same person that made their way past a very long line of seats when I had to go to the bathroom. Stepping on toes, practically sitting on laps. Only to find myself facing...a wall. As I had gone the wrong way down the aisle. So I had to backtrack across everyone and then some again.
Recently, my sister Tela and I went to see the movie 27 Dresses. We were standing at the front of the concession stand line and had just ordered our popcorn when I had the urge to blow my nose. Normally, nose blowing in public is something I do not do. Nobody needs to hear the snot hitt'n the cotton. But I felt like I really, really had to. So I grabbed a wad of stiff paper napkins and blew.
And then I watched as the counter boy looked at me in utter horror. Not disgust, but abject horror. Apparently, I had a nosebleed and didn't realize it. So the boy had been facing a normal looking, happy woman and then turned his back to grab some popcorn. He turned back towards the same grinning woman a moment later, only now her face was splattered in blood. I looked like I geeked a chicken when the dude's back was turned.
Tela took a look at me and said in a perfectly deadpan voice "I think you have a little something right there" and made the universal touching of the face gesture.
Husband and I went to see Juno this past weekend. Fantastic movie. And uneventful. Almost too much so. We ate at Applebees because it was the only place without a half hour wait. And after the movie, I sat in my chair and embroidered while he fell asleep on the sofa. I don't think the date could have been any more middle aged. Frankly, a little blood would have livened the evening right up.