As promised
On Monday, we went to see The Dark Knight: The IMAX Experience at Pointe Orlando. The show started at 7pm, so we left the house almost as soon as I got home from work. We were meeting up with some people and were really hoping that they would get there before us and secure some good seats. Sadly, they arrived around the same time that we did, so we all went in together and found some seats in the 3rd row (not exactly ideal seating, but at least it was in the center of the row).
Both Adam & I were starving, so we asked our friends to save our seats while we went to get some food from the concession stand. We stood in line for 30 minutes, and around the time that we were 4th from the counter, some guy sidles up next to us and asks us how we’re doing and what we plan on ordering. My first reaction is “Ok, who the fuck is this guy and why does he care that I want a pretzel AND nachos?” Then, he lays out his proposition: we let him into the line with us and he pays for all of our food.
To say that the guy made me uneasy would be a gross understatement. He was really hyper and constantly making uncomfortable, unfunny jokes. By the time we got up to the counter, he had already “jokingly” accused one person of cutting and called out for the manager at least twice.
He went on to introduce Adam to the attendant as his “brother from another mother.” Which is great because I’m sure she keeps track of that sort of information in a composition book somewhere.
When our attendant walked off to retrieve his popcorn and stick our pretzels in the microwave (I know, wtf?! right?) and another attendant began loading up the hot dog warmer, he asked, loudly and obnoxiously, “Are those wieners fresh?” Maybe, maybe not, but that joke was stale.
The grand total came out to $53. To be honest, I think I would’ve payed $53 to have those 10 minutes of my life back. Oh, and to top it all off: we missed the first 10 minutes of the movie.
