Today, I plan to look adoringly at my high school boyfriend, just like Sissy gazing at Robert, in what we hope will be a theater as near-empty of humans as the one above, God willing.
We haven't quite reached our golden years, like these nice people, but in many ways, we're already old codgers, aka altacockers, in that we know what we want and what we don't want.
We want to see "Yesterday," a film that came out weeks ago, but honestly, what's the rush? We don't want to be annoyed by the talkers, the cellphone users, the poorly behaved patrons. Not that we have any problem shushing and giving them looks. We excel at both.
Go ahead. Call us judgy. Call us stuck in our ways. Call us fuddy-duddies. This is how we roll, baby. Deal with it.
No comments:
Post a Comment