 Over the weekend, I spent some time with Ariel, the teenage girl I mentor. We’ve been paired together for a couple of years and I like spending time with her. She’s just about the only teenager I can spend time with without wanting to strangle her.
Anyway, we decided to see a movie. She wanted to see the new Shrek movie. It was in 3-D. So I strolled up to the counter and asked for two tickets to the IMAX 3-D movie at 11:45. The lady in the ticket booth responded by saying and I quote, “That will be $33.” Huh?
At that point, my mouth, Ariel’s mouth and the mouth of the woman standing behind me all hit the floor with a giant thud. $33? Seriously? Am I being punked? Are you joking? What the fuck????
For $33, we should have been sitting between Shrek and Fiona and Donkey had better be feeding us popcorn! I could not believe it. But then it got worse. We strolled up to the concession counter and ordered two medium drinks. I got a regular popcorn. Since she hadn’t eaten yet, she got some mini hot dogs. The total? A whooping $25!
I spent $58 dollars to see this damn movie and do you know what. I was so tired that I fell asleep. I must have slept through almost $8 worth of that movie.
To add insult to injury (my wallet is still limping), the damn 3-D wasn't even that good. Labels: Movies |
