
...decides that taking my husband and two
young kids out to a movie will be a fun and relaxing way to spend a Friday night?
...wonders why every decent kid's movie has to be in 3-D nowadays when I can swing my hand towards their face and get the same effect?
...looks longingly at all the summer blockbuster movie posters while waiting in line to pay for a glorified cartoon?
...asks the cashier if he accidentally charged me for an entire busload of people when purchasing two adult tickets, only to find that the cost for 3-D movies is significantly higher?
...struggles with the idea of being charged per dimension?
...complains to every pimple-faced employee at the theater when given plastic 3-D glasses for my children that Harry Caray would consider inappropriately large?
...insists on dragging my husband, kids, and related paraphernalia around the theater at least three separate times during the course of the movie until I find the spot that's "just right"?
...ends up sitting in the back of the theater to reduce motion-sickness from the dizzying action on the screen and then spends the entire film trying to figure out if the screen is now so small from my perspective that it's relatively the size of my own (free) television at home?
...bribes my children with contraband Skittles if they would "please just leave the glasses ON" because of my logical and scientifically-based fear that their young eyes will be forever damaged if they watch the movie in its true, unfocused, double-vision form?
...mentally calculates how much I end up paying per minute for a movie that was over in less than ninety?
...gets a free refill of soda when leaving the movie theater (with no intention of drinking it) just so I can have the minor satisfaction of knowing that the jerks who charged me five bucks for a Dr. Pepper will find themselves 42 ounces poorer at the end of the day?
...actually manages to have a good time with my kids at their first movie experience in spite of my debilitating frugality?
I
am, you say?
Huh.
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