Guys, I’m a little worried my brain is going. I think I need to download one of those apps that keeps your brain strong to prevent dementia.
Today, we were 12 hours (and 10 minutes) early to our movie.
I still don’t know how it happened. Seriously.
My boyfriend and I love going to the Galaxy luxury theater, because reclining seats.
Another perk, other than the fact that I can fall asleep in my popcorn, is that you can reserve your seat ahead of time. So, last night, I reserved two seats for the 11:20 showing the next day.
We got up early, stopped at 7-11 for candy and drinks-i.e. contraband, and when we got to the theater, I got my usual popcorn slicked with that delicious fake butter.
I realized I didn’t have the confirmation email ready on my phone so we could check in, so we had to step aside and search on my phone for the emailed tickets.
I couldn’t find the email.
I knew that was no biggie, as all you have to go do is go tell the box office, and they print you your barcode.
As I sidled up to the counter, juggling my huge popcorn, and trying to hide my bursting purse, that obviously contained outlawed drinks (because who can eat an entire large popcorn with nothing sugary to wash it down with? I’m waiting for the day someone asks me why I’m not buying a drink to go with my mammoth popcorn), I told the young man working that I never got my confirmation email for the movie we were seeing that morning.
Attendant: What movie are you seeing?
Me: Rogue One, the first showing.
Attendant: Um, you’re a little early.
Me: Well, I guess, if you mean we’re just in time to see the previews…
Attendant: *blank stare*
Me: So, how do we get the little printout so we can get into the movie?
Attendant: What time was the showing you purchased?
Me: 11:20, and now I’m not going to be able to check in on Yelp before the previews start.
Attendant: Uh. We don’t have a showing at 11:20 this morning.
Boyfriend: Yes, you do. It’s right up there on the board.
Attendant: That’s PM. That’s tonight.
*Two dumbasses, slowly realizing they fucked up, just staring, open mouthed*
Attendant: What’s your name?
Me: Fatty Cake. Two words (just kidding, I gave my real name).
Attendant: Yup, you have tickets for the showing tonight at 11:20.
Me: Well, damn.
After it was all said and done, we got the movie switched to a more reasonable hour for tomorrow.
After feeling like total tools, we left, grumbling about, “Who goes to a movie at 11:20 at night?!”
I mean, really. That’s how I messed up when ordering. My geriatric mind couldn’t even fathom that the showing would be at 11:20 PM. 11:20 AM is a far more reasonable time to see a movie. I fall asleep during movies in the middle of the day. If I even attempted to see a movie that late, I’d be kicked out for snoring and drooling all over the leather seats.
So, in conclusion, we have decided that Galaxy needs to put freaking AM and PM after all of the show times.
I’m officially now that old person who needs special accommodation so that I don’t get confused by the technology.
Happy New Year, folks! By the looks of it, this one’ll be a dandy for me!