Or, "A One Hour, 14 Minute Documentary Of How Much I Love My Children."
Sometime early Saturday morning my daughter Griffyn reminded me I promised to take her to the movies this weekend. "Don't forget your promise about the mooo-vees" she said in her way-too-cute southern accent. So, I didn't.
We arrived at the box office just before the 4pm showing.
"That will be four or five dollars," I heard the ticket seller say after I asked for tickets for two kids and one adult. The quote made no sense to me. Even at the before 6pm price, I expected three tickets to cost at least $15.
"Why so cheap?" I asked. I slid my debit card through the slot for her to swipe, and was starting to get that feeling one gets when he believes he just found a real bargain.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" she replied as she took my card.
"I asked why the tickets are so cheap. Even at matinee prices, four or five dollars is way, way inexpensive. I don't understand how it's that low."
"You misunderstood. I said it's forty-five dollars. $45.00 for three tickets."
She handed me the receipt to sign, and reminded me to pick up our 3-D glasses from the ticket taker.
3-D glasses!?! At least I got to keep something for that price.