[Warning: she’s getting her bitch on]
I took the Kid to see Hugo in 3D
after ripping into our lottery winnings in our mattress. The movie was great in a very dontwealllovethemovies kinda way. If you go, be on time or you’ll never have me as your movie date because the opening shot in 3D is the highlight of the film, imo.
But this post is not about the movie. It’s about the concession stand. What they think we are not seeing them do there.
First off, I am a popcorn fiend. I admit it. I am powerless to it. So, I usually
always get some at the movies, however nasty it may be. I said I’m powerless, you judgey judgers! Plus, concessions is where the exhibitors make their money, and haven’t you heard, the movie business is in trouble, so I’m doing my part.
But what amazes me is how they serve up those golden morsels nowadays. They lift the scoop of popcorn highohsohigh above the bucket and let those popped fluffballs of joy float, single file, down, down, down. Leaving as much air in the bucket as possible while still remaining on Planet Earth.
Now, if you’re 15, this is The Way It’s Always Been. But if you’re 29, like me, you have not forgotten the days when they were not so lovingly tender with the corn.
They roughly scooped, slapped it down in the bucket, and scooped some more. And then, they’d pound the bucket on the counter several times
like they’re about to make a free throw shot with 1 second to go to settle the corn and make room for yet another incoming scoop of popcorn.
I am not shitting you. That is how it was done. It was a beautiful thing. Ask your dad.
Now that I’ve written this, honestly, I’m lost in my movie concession stand reverie, so talk amongst yourselves. *sigh*
Do you have any great memories of going to the movies?