Moviegoing
Last night Joel and I went to see Capote at the Regal Hollywood 24, our local Death Star. As the pre-show advertising was coming to an end, Joel said, “I almost hate coming to the movies anymore.”
At that moment two plucky guys came around the corner of the entrance with huge rectangular backpacks on, calling out, “Drinks? Anyone? Soft drinks?” They were the Death Star equivalent of beer guys, peddling drinks us. After harassing some old women up front, they gave up and went on their way.
Bizarre. I guess it’s a somewhat obvious extension, but, geesh. I guess the movie theater is the last place I should expect a break from commerce.