I'm the type of person that sneaks my own snacks into a movie theatre. This behavior drives my boyfriend crazy. It makes him uncomfortable - especially if I'm about to open something peculiar and noisy and obviously not from the snack bar (like a bottle of champagne).
I'm aware, thank you, that the snack bar is what keeps movie theatres in business. But I could care less about that. I care mostly about me and what I want when I go to the movies. And that usually means really strange beverages and sweets that would never find their way into the Coke and popcorn stronghold.
I know I'm breaking a rule. And I'm probably being tacky at the same time. I'm a rebel in the nerdiest sense of the word. But a slick, nerdy rebel at that. Let it be known that I've never, ever, ever been "caught" doing what I do. I've never witnessed anyone get busted either, for that matter.
Oh! for the scare tactics of ticket takers and popcorn makers. They got my boyfriend gooood.
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