I rest my case.
We stood in the neverending line at the concessions stand until finally a freckle-faced boy with a nametag reading 'ZACK' announced he was opening a second register. We began to move toward him when suddenly a gaggle of tweens ran from the back of the line and bolted past us.
"Oh HELL no!" Kelly shouted indignantly. "I did NOT wait in this line for ten minutes to have the cast of 'Saved By The Bell' come barreling through like the INS at a Taco Del Mar. They need to get their little punk asses back where they belong!"
"Damn." I eyed Kelly cautiously and stepped away to avoid touching the crazy. "You need to lighten up, Freakshow."
She stared at me uncomprehendingly. "Six months ago you would have lost your shit too." she stated with awe "Love has made you soft, yo."
I grinned smugly. "Fear not, mi hombre. I'm every bit as jacked up as I've ever been; this..." I gestured toward the babbling throng of tweens cramming Jujubes into their blathering cakeholes "...THIS just isn't the hill I want to die on."
Kelly snorted with displeasure. "OK, fine. But if these douchenozzles are sitting in our theater then I reserve the right to go all 'Dark Knight Rises' on their asses."
We approached the counter and I ordered a popcorn and two Diet Cokes. Zack filled our soda cups with great care and scooped popcorn into the tub before passing it over ceremoniously to a young woman who anointed it liberally with butter.
Plot? What is this 'plot' of which you speak?
I'm sorry. . .what was I talking about?