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More odd than sucky; apologies if this is the wrong place to post this.
So on Friday afternoon, I was visiting relatives in GA for Thanksgiving. There was not much interesting to do for those of us who don't like to shop, so a few of us went to the theater to catch a matinee. Somewhere in the middle of the movie, I got up to get a refill, and on the way back I hear a voice behind me:
"Excuse me, miss, can you tell me where I'm supposed to go?"
I kept walking, thinking whoever it was must have been talking to one of the theater employees. He certainly couldn't have been asking me; I was wearing a loose green sweater, blue jeans, and tennis shoes that I must have owned for at least a year now. In short, I looked nothing like someone who would know anything about the building's layout or what was showing where. But then I heard the voice again, still right behind me:
"Miss, can you tell me where I'm supposed to go?"
I stopped, turned, and there was a man looking right at me. "I...what theater are you in?" I stuttered (I have trouble speaking when I'm nervous or excited), hoping that I could use the number of his destination, as well as those on the doorways near me, to at least get a general idea of a direction to tell him.
"I'm here to see Four Christmases."
Gee, thanks.
I looked around quickly for a moment, checking the signs above each room's door for that title. "There's one," I said, pointing at one a few doors down advertising a 5:00 showing*. "Thank you," he said, walking off that way while I slipped back into my theater as quickly as possible to tell my sister and cousins.
*While I had no idea if that was the right theater and lacked a watch to check the current time, it had been one of the movies for which my group had tried to get tickets over an hour before, only to learn that it was sold out until 5. So it was a good bet.
So on Friday afternoon, I was visiting relatives in GA for Thanksgiving. There was not much interesting to do for those of us who don't like to shop, so a few of us went to the theater to catch a matinee. Somewhere in the middle of the movie, I got up to get a refill, and on the way back I hear a voice behind me:
"Excuse me, miss, can you tell me where I'm supposed to go?"
I kept walking, thinking whoever it was must have been talking to one of the theater employees. He certainly couldn't have been asking me; I was wearing a loose green sweater, blue jeans, and tennis shoes that I must have owned for at least a year now. In short, I looked nothing like someone who would know anything about the building's layout or what was showing where. But then I heard the voice again, still right behind me:
"Miss, can you tell me where I'm supposed to go?"
I stopped, turned, and there was a man looking right at me. "I...what theater are you in?" I stuttered (I have trouble speaking when I'm nervous or excited), hoping that I could use the number of his destination, as well as those on the doorways near me, to at least get a general idea of a direction to tell him.
"I'm here to see Four Christmases."
Gee, thanks.
I looked around quickly for a moment, checking the signs above each room's door for that title. "There's one," I said, pointing at one a few doors down advertising a 5:00 showing*. "Thank you," he said, walking off that way while I slipped back into my theater as quickly as possible to tell my sister and cousins.*While I had no idea if that was the right theater and lacked a watch to check the current time, it had been one of the movies for which my group had tried to get tickets over an hour before, only to learn that it was sold out until 5. So it was a good bet.
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