The Price of Popcorn These Days!
So, after much debate and a family vote, we went to the cinema today - all five of us. Yes, there was me, the two zedettes and two cuddly toys called Mister Duck and Mister Penguin. These last two insisted on riding in the front of the car up at the windscreen. That was until a sudden emergency stop sent them zooming towards the rear parcel shelf. This prompted a lecture on the wisdom of wearing seat belts and a discussion about whether or not penguins could really fly.
Our chosen film, Zathura was billed to start at 1pm. Now here's a thing; the traffic was so bad heading into town -and we had to park on such a high level in the multi-storey car park that the attendants were handing out oxygen cylinders - that we didn't arrive at the cinema until 1pm. We then waited in a queue to buy tickets for ten minutes and it took us another five minutes to make our way up six escalators and then find three vacant seats in the dark. But guess what? We were exactly on time for the start of the film, having missed fifteen minutes worth of trailers and adverts. Also, we didn't stop to buy sweets, juice and popcorn from the kiosk. Oh no, cheapskate Dad here learned long ago to stock up at the supermarket and bring a plastic bag full of goodies. I've saved a fortune over the years with this trick.
As for the film, we all agreed it was a seven-out-of-ten flick and was just a wee bit too similar to Jumanji...that other movie about a board game that plunges its players into a terrifying adventure. On the way back through the multi-storey we had our own adventure, trying to remember where we'd parked the car. Finally we spotted the squashed penguin on the back window. As for Mister Duck...just don't ask.
