Dale and I went to the movies yesterday and of course we had to “movie hop”. I was making him pose for pictures like I did with Mom when she was last in Las Vegas. “Act like your scared and think the movie cops are in the vicinity”, “no you don’t look scared enough” I said. Of course I was laughing so hard I nearly peed my pants, well okay so maybe I did.
After seeing two movies for the price of one Dale says lets go see Toy Store 3, so up the escalator we headed. “We can’t see Toy Story because you need those 3D glasses”, I said. So as I’m sitting on the bench trying to look like I belong there. “I am one with this bench”. Dale says, “If anyone that works here walks by do not make eye contact”. This is something that Dale usually has to tell me over and over because I’m just not good at capers. I’d be spilling the beans in five minutes. “He made me do it, I told him we shouldn’t, it was all his idea”. I am definitely not Bonnie to his Clyde.
So now I’m nearly shitting my pants as I look over and see Dale sticking his arm down the large barrel labeled “return 3D glasses here”. “Oh Jesus Christ I mutter under my breath”. His whole arm has disappeared and appears to be to be stuck as he’s trying to reach down to the bottom of the very large barrel trying to retrieve two pair of glasses. Much to my relief his arm did come out just as someone was heading in our direction. “Wow, that was close”, he says.
When I turned to Dale in the theatre and saw him in his big black 3D glasses I just had to laugh. This is my life and it is our own little sitcom. What can I say we are easily amused.
One final note before you all think we are really bad people. It seemed like almost everyone in that theatre that day was movie hopping, even the grannies.
Not judging, just envying your balls…