Sorry to sound like a scrooge, but I hate movie theaters.
I hate paying $20 for two tickets when I can rent the movie through Netflix if I just wait 6 months.
I hate paying $10 for a watered down soft drink and a stale box of popcorn.
I hate the crowds, the lines, the people talking, the uncomfortable seating, and only having a small divider between me and some stranger for 2 hours.
I hate 30 minutes of previews for movie’s I’ll never go see.
Anyway, Rodney really wanted to go to “Bee Movie” today. Opening day. Can you imagine how many screaming, crying kids will be there? Ugh.
I do want to see the film. I love animation, and I love Jerry Seinfeld. You can’t go wrong. But still… I could wait for the DVD.
So Rodney and I were discussing it, and I was naturally trying to talk him out of it. Rodney usually gives in and caves, but this time, he put me in my place…
Nathan: “I really don’t want to go, especially when it’s just opening.”
Rodney: “Sometimes it isn’t about you.”
Nathan: “I’ll go buy the tickets.”
Fandaaaango.