Congratulations to Grandson Dominic. He is 16 and has a brand new drivers license. My sympathy to the family for the loss of the family car which Dominic will be driving all the time.
Your Mom and I spent several days with Grasshopper No.5 in Minneapolis. We got to eat “home made gourmet” meals, visit with some of her friends and attend a movie. Not just any movie. It was the opening weekend of Godzilla. Your Mom and No.5 made me go. Parking in the “theater parking ramp” was free.
Grasshopper No.5 demonstated her skills. She pulled out her handy dandy cell phone, used an app to access the theater, reserved seats in the prime section and she paid for the tickets on her credit card.
When we got to theater, we walked right in, just like royalty. With reserved tickets there was no rush. I offered to buy refreshments. 3 small bags of popcorn and 3 small beverages only cost $31.
When we got to our seats, the section was filled. Everyone wanted to sit in the middle of the theater. There were no empty seats. The man that sat down behind me, stumbled and spilled soda on my jacket and arm. Hey, he said he was sorry. Then he sat down, crossed his legs and kicked my head. Really! Again he said he was sorry. But I’m not stupid. I know better than to challenge the guy who was a bungling boob. The last guy that was chastised in a theater became angry and turned it into a shooting gallery. I kept my mouth shut.
Once the movie started, a second “boob” sitting in front of us kept his cell phone on and kept texting during the movie. Grasshopper No.5 got the worst of the annoying light. She is not stupid either. Confrontation can bring bad “things”. She also kept her mouth shut.
Thank goodness “Godzilla” was loud and entertaining. It minimized the distractions. It wasn’t the stupid Japanese monster flick I had imagined. Some words choke me but I have to admit “the movie wasn’t bad”.
So you see, the best part of the afternoon was the free parking. Everything else came with financial or emotional baggage. Hey, the “company” was extraordinary.
Love,
Dad