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Going to the Movies
I haven’t been to the movies since Covid. I was kind of looking forward to the outing. Maybe I am getting old. Maybe going alone just isn’t as appealing. I am not fond of assigned seats. I had a reasonably good seat. The theatre was full. There was bit of a conflict on my row as a party didn’t want to acknowledge they got their seat numbers wrong, but it worked itself out without blood shed. A group of teenagers in the very front ran amok throughout. This was my preferred theatre, and there was a stain on the screen. No one was wearing masks…
Mind you, I am not worried about getting Covid. I have had my vaccination. When the others reluctantly adjusted seats closer, I assured them I had mine. “I had mine plus a booster, and you?” Um, no, I am done with shots unless there is a mandate. Speaking of mandates, is it hypocritical to demand workers get vaccinated but we don’t have prove we’re vaccinated to see a movie? We’re going to mandate citizens, but not question the people crossing the border?
Okay, back to the movies…
The movie theatre was trashed! Seriously, popcorn war was likely. Trash left behind by others. Do we still police our area before we leave? There appeared to be only two showings, and I was the first showing. I was early, popcorn…
