I finally went to see the movie, “Hot Fuzz”.
SO freakin’ hilarious. It has everything: Guns, Cops, Britain and “By the power of Grayskull” as a catch-phrase. What more could you possibly ask for????
I was accompanied by my friends Karen and Brian J. We had a jolly time of it, although I was caught on film doing something very naughty indeed. Sneaking concessions into a movie. GASP!
I’m sorry, but there are time my soul just fights against the fact that I have to take out a second mortgage to finance a trip to the snack bar. I don’t do it all the time, but tonight I was a sinner. Actually, I kinda outdid myself and snuck in a 44 oz. Diet Coke in my purse. I also managed to get in a big pack of Red Vines in there as well. My purse rocks the house. We called it “The Mary Poppins Bag” for the remainder of the evening.
(EHEM. Guess who found her camera! Yes, it is true. My trusty sidekick is back at my side. Poor baby was under the seat of my car in a hidden little area. She missed me. Sniff.)
**It looks like “Photoshop Dave” has complete faith in what my Mary Poppins Purse is capable of. And all for Tuppence a bag. Who knew???
This is a gray area for some people. I used to work a concession stand at a movie theater in high school. DUDE. You would not believe the stuff people sneak in!! I have found cases of beer bottles, pizza boxes, KFC family meal containers and the box of a huge sheet cake before. This is the most elaborate I think I have ever gotten. (Well, there was the infamous Subway Cold Cut Combo incident of ’04, but my record has been expunged.)
I actually didn’t mind working at a theater, except for the fact that I probably ended up consuming roughly 32 extra-large Hefty Outdoor Leaf Bags full of popcorn out of sheer boredom. (Well, that and having the manager make us rip off the public by showing us how to charge extra for butter so that his numbers, and therefore bonus, would increase). I also think I am still trying to digest the 7,000 boxes of Dots I used to buy on my breaks. Eating my weight in those falsely flavored fruity snacks seemed like a good idea at the time, OK? Which is another reason that people should not be allowed out into society between 3pm and 7am unless they have had rigorous IQ and judgment-skills testing. Although, if that is the requirement to leave the house to go into the big wide world, I would probably still be under house arrest.
So there you have it. True confessions of a concession sneaker. I wish I could say that I feel really horrible about it, but I really just don’t have a problem bringing stuff in on occasion. I know, yammer away at me. While you’re at it, go campaign to save the penny as well.