I saw Harry Potter. Reader, I had goosebumps for like the first eight minutes. It was that magical. I jumped out of my seat (not really, I just got way scared and flinched really hard) a few times.
I want to make a formal and sincere apology to the movie goers who were standing in line behind me at the concessions. I turned around before I took this picture to make sure there wasn't a line... nobody was there.
I dig into my bottomless purse filled with a bunch of things I never use to find my camera--turn around-- nobody was there.
I arrange the concessions to make a pleasing-to-the eye background for my glorious Harry Potter ticket that I'll make into a locket someday---turn around--nobody was there.
Snap! Picture taken. I turn around to walk jubilantly to the theater-- there was a line of like six people.
Seriously, where did they all come from? I want to know. I'm sorry I was so annoying by taking a picture of my ticket and popcorn.
IN OTHER NEWS I got my new cell phone and I'm starting to think it's smarter than I am. Okay, not really, but it's hard to get used to. Does anyone else have Comcast? Does anyone else want to join my new club? It's called, "Comcast, I hate you." The motto is: If the Comcast automated menu/system had face, we would punch it.... I don't really know if that counts as a motto.
Seriously though Comcast, your customer service is NOT satisfactory, kthanksbye.
Speaking of Comcast, I was on the phone with them and I screamed. Not cause I was upset with them and wanting put a toothpick under my big toe nail and kick a soccer ball instead of talking to them, but because Steve left a towel hanging on the bathroom door. Do you know what a towel hanging on the bathroom door looks like in the dark when you are pacing around the empty apartment? A MAN! A BIG SCARY STRANGE MAN!
So I screamed, startled myself as well as the Comcaster dude. Maybe one day I'll be scared of real things and not a towel... on a door.