We wait. And wait.
And wait and and wait and wait.
I wondered if I'd accidentally wandered into the BMV. It wasn't even a long line. It was ONE PARTY of three people.
The whole time I am mentally bitching: How long does it take to serve someone? When the people in front of me spilled a drink on the floor. I swear to God my brain blew out of my ears. The movie started in, like, thirty seconds. I chilled a bit when I realized that one of the people ahead of me was someone I used to work with (Heynicetoseeyoutoobadaboutthatdrink). Not their fault anyway the workers are so slow. And anyone can spill a drink. I do it regularly. Usually on the elevator at work.
Still, I was at my wits' end by then. I am not, in general, an impatient person (regardless of what you've heard.) I just don't like wasting my life standing in lines when I CAN'T SEE WHAT THE FREAKING HOLD UP IS.
And not only haven't they gotten to me--now I'm standing in Lake Pepsi, dying of thirst.
SERIOUSLY, PEOPLE?????
Resisting the urge to suck on the floor, I decide to blow off the goodies and try later...like, when nobody's there. We zip into the theater and find some seats. Good seats, too, with no fat heads in front of us, no babies behind us. Yay! I'd really, really been looking forward to the movie. Daniel Day-Lewis? Sally Field? Woo-hoo!
The lights dim.
Nothing happens.
For like...five minutes.
The lights go up again. Not a good sign.
A man walks in. "Sorry, the bulb blew. We won't be able to fix it. The next showing's at nine-thirty. We'll refund your money."
All I could think of was that huuuuge tub of popcorn and those two large drinks I would've been stuck with had it not taken the chick behind the counter longer than the course of the Civil War itself to serve the people in front of me.
Better luck next week, I guess. When Mercury is NOT in retrograde.
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We had very different days, I'll certainly give you that...