No joke. It cost $14.95. We never, and I mean never, buy popcorn at the theater. But tonight–call it carpe diem or plain ‘ole holiday gluttony–the Hub showed up at the seat I was saving him with a big fat bag of the salty stuff. I was surprised and pleased to see my beloved embracing life in this manner.
“Ooh, popcorn! To what do I owe?” I raised my eyebrows, smiling as I shoved a greedy fist into the kernels.
“I don’t know, it just sounded good.”
“Awesome! Fun!” I’m big on awesomeness and fun-ness, no matter how lame a form they take.
“Yeah..it was kind of expensive…”
“I know, it’s always a ripoff. How much was it, exact–” Just then the lights dimmed and a loud preview jumped from the screen, silencing my interrogation. No matter; I decided to forgive his extravagance and enjoy this rare glimpse of Vacation Derrick on the mainland for a couple of hours. The movie was good and by the time the credits rolled,