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| - $1.00 Tuesday is what lured me here.
The cute, friendly guys on the staff and the fact that they didn't search my big ass purse and confiscate my cell phone is what will keep me coming back.
Walk with me here.
After a 45 minute drive down south, WTF is up with I-15 these days, we pulled into the parking lot for the theater. The parking lot was crowded and awkward. Some of the parking is reserved for a bar that shares the same area. The aisles seemed a little tight for maneuvering. Part of the problem is that people feel the need to STOP DRIVING right in front of the box office and read show times, pick up friends, scratch, burp and whatever the hell else takes up 5 minutes so I can't pass.
I park in my space, got a decent one actually, and saunter up to the box office which is outside. Okay so I'm no rocket scientist and walked the ropes the wrong way. Guess it was neither here nor there since both ways lead directly to HIM.
Him (sigh) the cutie selling the tickets behind the glass ticket booth. This guy, get ready to be embarrassed, was named Patrick and he is the kind of young man that cougars risk jail time for. Very attractive, very professional and must have been a bit bored because he held two conversations with me.
So I walk past the cutie in the cubicle and walk right past the podium. There was no one there to take my ticket which meant that my cell phone would not be confiscated. You gotta admit that the cell phone in the car crap that the Rave pulls is a hassle in this heat. No full body cell phone search from the two other good looking guys that were working there either. Just a couple smiles and direction to the right theater.
Okay...so I haven't been to this theater in a while and it was definitely not what I remember. The chairs were small, some were torn and there wasn't much leg room but its a buck. For a buck I am lucky that I even got a chair and not a seat on the floor. Speaking of the floor the area that I was in was surprisingly clean. The floor wasn't sticky and no trash was lying around.
Show Time
The movie started right on time. Sound good, screen small and blurry but I reiterate, its a buck.
(Insert review of a movie that I found horrible but others loved here. Michael Bay, I want my buck back,)
Exit stage right, actually left.
Time to go home, two hours and forty minutes of my life surrendered to Michael Bays use of scraps from the first two Transformer movies. Now I must climb into my Las Vegas kind of hot car and hop back on I-15 to head home. Just one little problem, due to the awkward parking lot that I mentioned earlier someone has now parked behind me. Legally of course but its a tight fit. Luckily I upgraded from getting my license from a cracker jack box to getting one from Cap'n Crunch so I inched back out of the parking lot and headed home.
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