It took myself on a well-earned date to the movies one Thursday night this summer when Jonathan had a 9:30pm softball game. It was a rare opportunity to plan my own night, at my own pace.
It was going so well. And then, it was going NOT so well.
I confess: I broke the rules. You know I don’t break the rules often. Yet I just couldn’t resist bring my mango Juice Squeeze into the theatre.
We all realize there are “No outside food and beverages” allowed in movie theatres, which is why we all bring huge purses with us to hide all sorts of goodies. I’m guilty of sneaking in full burritos, bags of popcorn, and frozen yogurt. A simple Juice Squeeze? I didn’t even think twice about the little glass bottle.
Until I pulled it out of my purse, and dropped it into the cup holder of my armrest.
The cupholder with the hole in the bottom.
And it shattered into a thousand, tiny little pieces.
At this point, a person has several options:
- Run for the door and don’t look back OR
- Fess up to management about your naughty behavior.
I, being the rule follower, decided on option two.
It was just my luck the theatre’s snack bar staff consisted of 15 year old who was sweeter than sweet. He was also really incompetent.
After I confessed, apologized, and swore up and down it would never happen again, he panicked. There I was in the middle of the theatre lobby as he went into disaster mode. He paced, and wrung his hands. “I need tape. I need to notify a manager. Someone needs to watch the snack bar…I just don’t know what to do first,” he said with the expression of a man watching his wife go into labor for the first time.
I wanted to curl into a ball and die—for him and for me.
I continued to want to curl into a ball and die for the entire preview portion of the movie. Naturally, I’d picked the aisle seat, approximately half way down the theatre aisle. Guess where every late patron wanted to sit? My exact seat with the broken glass. And, guess how long it took concessions boy to put up caution tape? Oh—he waited until the movie had started to *loudly* pull out tape around the seats.
The worst part of the entire experience, besides giving the poor kid a heart attack, was not having a person there to giggle with or assure me everything would be okay. I wanted an evening alone, but when I got it, I felt so…well…alone.
Have you ever had a moment when you completely embarrassed yourself and had no one to laugh it off with? Do tell!
p.s. the movie I saw, Babies, was really cute.