Don't Miss The Magic

You know by now how frustrated I am with all the controls going on in our world.  I am even more frustrated that people are not rebelling. You also know I love film.

Last summer, I stopped attending the nearby Regal Cinema when they started searching purses.  They were looking for food brought in from the outside.  They only sell junk food.  I can say right now that I do like popcorn and I often buy it. But  I would refuse to go to another movie if all the theatres nearby do search folks. I do believe it is illegal and wonder why the Justice Department hasn't done anything.

It is pretty cold here now.  In looking for a way to enjoy the warmth of indoors, I checked out a local theatre.  First, there were no benches.  Not a one.  Then I went to the counter and had to follow a zip zagged roped off  line much like they have at airports. The tickets were via a self-service ticket machine.  The junk food counter sold them, also. The young man selling junk food and tickets asked which seat I wanted to buy.  I mean how do I know where I want to sit?  I don't sit next to teenagers, obese people and young children if I can help it. I enjoy pure quiet in the theatre. And comfort.  I do the same, when possible, on airlines.  I matter.

Wanting ise, I went to the soda machine was self-serve.  When I tried to put ice into a cup, the ginger ale dispenser soaked my new coat and shirt.  There was not a wash cloth around, or fresh water or anyone to help me.  After 15 minutes in line seeking assistance, I was able to secure paper towels. Dry, not wet as I had requested.

Stopping to use the restroom before the movie began to remove some of the stickiness from my elbows and arms, including my deserve to soak my clothes, I noticed there was automatic toilet flushing, automatic water faucet, no towels. I didn't want to use the dryer thinking it might set the stains into the fabric.

So the first thirty minutes before I even reached the theatre, I told the employees I did not expect to return.  Nope, not with all these controls.  Not one drone seemed to notice, except for the ticket taker.

Happy to see the stadium seating, I found my assigned seat in the dark.  Not a soul was in the theatre until 3 minutes before the film began.  In walked two obese people sitting next to me.  Their complaints about the skinny seats went on for a while. They decided to fan out.  Their skinny teen aged son finally sat next to me.  He suggested his parents be quiet as the film was about to start.

Twenty minutes into the film two women sit to the right of me talking non-stop.  A loud shhhh from this writer silenced them. 

The Life of Pi was absolutely awesome.  So many metaphors, allegories.   As I walked out of the theatre the ticket taker, a curious man, to whom I told my story, wished me a good day.  There was something about the energy in this man. He gave me a wink and said he hoped I had a really great day.  Pure magic.