*I want to apologize to my grandmother for the title of this post…I was never allowed to say the word FLIP or FRIG, she says it’s just a replacement for the F-Word and it shouldn’t be said. Sorry…Grandma, but this story warrants it.
Two years ago, this time of year, I was asked out on a movie date. We arranged that I would meet him at the movie theatre right after work, because I didn’t want to stay out too late…it was a Tuesday.
At first, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go. I told him that I hadn’t eaten since breakfast and I would be starving by the time I got there. He said for me not to worry, he said and I quote, “Don’t worry I got you”.
So, right after work I rushed to make it to the theatre early enough to apply some make-up before he arrived. (I normally don’t wear make-up, at all…)
We met in the lobby, decided on a movie, waited in line, and he bought our tickets. By this time, my stomach was growling and unfortunately this theatre did not have many food options; I was in too much of a rush to pretty-up-myself, I didn’t even notice.
But then I remember he said, I got you!
Did he have some west indian or chinese food or a sub or something!? NOPE!
I thought, let me ‘mention’ that I’m really hungry. Maybe he forgot the food in his car? He got me, right? He didn’t mention anything, in fact he ignored my statement.
So, I approached the concession stand, ordered the standard popcorn and a drink, I think it came with candy too. I turned to him and said, aren’t you hungry? He replied, “No, no I already ate.” (I wish you could have seen my face!)
The voice from the behind the counter broke my stare, when he said $17.98 please. I waited…looked at the cashier…looked at my date…looked at the counter…looked back at my date…back at the cashier…then took out my wallet and paid………………………………………………….
I was fuming!
Now here’s the good part.
After 10 minutes into the movie, HE STARTED EATING MY POPCORN! ALL OF MY FLIPPIN’ POPCORN!!!
Till this day, I still don’t remember what movie we watched, because I watched him eat the entire bag of popcorn, he didn’t even realize that I stopped, or that my eyes were locked onto him and his greasy fingers.
I’m just going to end this story, right here…I can’t continue…
What would you have done? What should I have done? Do you think I gave him a second date?