Running a little behind, as usual, I ran inside to buy our movie tickets while Brad parked the van.
Me: Three, for Adjustment Bureau, please.
Brad is so speedy! By the time I had the tickets in my hand he’d already parked the van, run inside, gone to the bathroom and was waiting for me at the front of the line. Gee!!
Quickly, we made our way to Theater #12, got inside and began the search for the perfect seats. It’s always this way when Brad is looking for seats. Not just any ole seat will do. You must carefully survey the entire auditorium, everything comes into consideration. You must notice who is sitting where, how your head will be positioned while looking at the screen, your accessibility to the bathrooms, aisle seats are a bonus and his list goes so on. However, tonight we were late so our pickings were slim. After a few minutes Brad spotted the choicest seats the #12 had to offer and we walked over.
At the end of the aisle an elderly gentleman sat in the aisle seat. Brad bent down and in his hushed-movie-voice said:
Brad: Are those seats taken?
Mr. Movie: Those aren’t but this one, (pointing) right here is.
Awkwardly, Brad scoot past Mr. Movie, as did Cooper, and settled into their seats. As I was scooting past him he looked at me, pat the seat next to him, sweetly smiled and said:
Mr. Movie: This seat is taken. She’ll be right back.
Me: Okay.
Don’t you guys think Movie Trailers are misleading? And LONG? Sometimes a C Movie will look like an A Movie in its Trailer—but then I guess that’s what the Trailer is for, huh? Anwyay…the Trailers were finished and we were 30 minutes into the movie when I noticed that Mr. Movie’s lady friend hadn’t returned. (I know, you may think that strange of me to notice things like that — but I do. I’m observant about certain stuff…like missing people.)
Mr. Movie’s missing friend really began to pique my interest. I wondered if something was wrong and if maybe I should go check on her or if they had gotten in an argument and she was punishing him by sitting in the car. (I know, I should have been watching the movie. And I was…kinda.)
Then all of the sudden out of the corner of my eye I noticed Mr. Movie take his bag of popcorn and offer it to an invisible Mrs. Movie and say:
Mr. Movie: (gently shaking the bag of popcorn) Do you want any of this?
Oh my! Did he just do that? What?!? Surely, I’m crazy and did not just see and hear what I just saw and heard! Then I noticed that there were two soft drinks. One on his side and one on hers. Within 5 minutes Mr. Movie held the bag of popcorn back out for Mrs. Movie — then he offered her a drink of HER coke. This exchange went on throughout the entire film. A couple of times he would whisper something to her, about the movie…I guess.
Thirty minutes before the end of the movie, Mr. & Mrs Movie quietly got up, picked up their trash, gathered all their belongings and left.
What?!? I couldn’t believe it. You’re not even going to see how the movie ends?! This is a good movie and this is the BEST part! Wait!! Don’t go! You have to see the end! …Everyone knows that!! How bizarre is that!?!
I have thought about, mulled over, and pondered at length this little encounter for almost a week now. I don’t want to believe that Mr. Movie is crazy. Why? Because there are enough crazy people in the world and I can choose to believe something else about him.
So, I have chosen to believe something sentimental. Something beautiful. Something a little sad. Something wishful and hopeful. Something that is kind and gentle. Something that gives and is pleasing.
…Why? Because I can. (And because Mrs. Movie would like it that way.)