D. G. Martin
A Day in the Life
I’m going to assume that you want to know about my day. I mean, you’re reading this, so if that’s not what you want to hear about, you can always stop reading.
Thank you for that.
It really helps me to know you’re still here, reading these words.
Readers are my favorite people.
No, I mean it. You’re a reader, since you’re reading this right now, and that makes you one of my favorite people.
And I don’t hold it against you if you can’t read this, but how would know any of this anyway, and why would you be reading this, if you can’t read?
Okay, let’s take a step back from that ridiculous question with no answer and talk about what’s kept you reading this whole time: my day.
I’m not going to start at the beginning. I’m going to jump into the middle part, right about where my wife and I decided to take in an afternoon movie at the local luxury movieplex. You know the ones, with the reserved seating and really comfortable reclining chairs.
We really like it because we don’t have to rush to get good seats. We already have good seats. There was that one time where a family was jealous enough of our good seats that they were sitting in them when we got there, and I had to dutifully tell them about their mistake, listen to their excuses that I did not accept anyway, and watch as a mother and father had to uproot their three kids and go confront the people who had been sitting in their seats in the first place.
And watch I did, providing no help or assistance. I had a drink and a snack, and that meant my hands were full. But I did enjoy the chaos.
Well, nothing like that happened this time. Instead, we found our empty seats and proceeded to watch the movie….
….until three toddlers, all in separate parts of the theater, began screaming, talking, or reacting to the PG-13 movie we were seeing.
Did we do anything about it? No. It’s impolite to do what those parents did, but it’s also impolite to get them kicked out. I know many who would have, and I would not have blamed them. Would have even cheered them on. Hey, on any other day maybe my wife or I would have done it.
In the end, I think everyone in the theater was just too tired to do anything about it. Maybe those parents were having the worst day of their lives, and they just needed some human compassion by not getting kicked out of a theater for the totally stupid decision they made in the first place.
There. Compassion dispensed. You’re welcome, and good day.
I said good day.
Picture from here.