Lisa and I went to the movies yesterday afternoon. As we were walking to the theater I noticed a family in front of us. There was a tall gawky early teenage boy, memorable because he was doing some goofy dance to the music coming through a restaurant's outdoor sound system. There was an adorable little blond girl in a red dress with a teddy bear, skipping along in step with her brother's dance. They were both happy and smiling, and it made me happy. Maybe that's why what happened next affected me so much (don't worry the kid wasn't hit by a car or anything).
As Lisa got our tickets for Amelia (which was just okay) I was listening to the Dad ask if tickets for Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs in 3D was more than a regular movie. When informed it was $2.50 more, the father got out of line and after a brief discussion with the family turned around and left. As they walked off I over heard the little girl, head hung down, say ,"But I want to see a movie." Now granted there are worse things that can happen to a child, and two extra dollars for a 3d movie always makes me chaffe when I have to pay it but seriously, loosen those purse springs a little dick. If the difference in price of a 3D movie is going to break you, what were you doing bringing the family to a movie in the first place? Quick enough that I would have done it but not quick enough to catch them, I told Lisa I would have offered to pay for the kids' tickets (although that's kind of rude I suppose).
I hope the cute little girl and her cute nerd of a brother (I have a soft spot, he reminded me of me) get to see that stupid movie. And dad if you see this, quit being a cheap dick.
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