P.S. This is the second part of a four-part series on who you are online. Part one is here. P.P.S. I hate when people “P.S.” things when they haven’t said anything to begin with. Weirdos.
Sooo, I don’t want you to start judging me and whatnot, but I have to tell you an embarrassing truth: I’m a movie theater snob. A legit snob. This is what happened:
I was minding my own business and living life while watching movies at regular theaters. I even frequented a “dollar theater” at which a rat ran past my foot in the middle of a movie one time. What did I do? I propped my legs up on the empty chair in front of me and finished the rest of that Channing Tatum movie, whatever it was, desperately hoping the rat didn’t come back. This was my life. I was in Austin, Texas (no longer living in NYC), so a movie shouldn’t cost more than $10. But, then . . .
The luxury theaters started popping up. Someone treated me to my first movie at one such fancy theater a few years ago and in my head I laughed at them . . . “Who pays $29 for a single movie ticket? Ha. I judge thee. I’m never coming back here.” (Talk about ungrateful.)