Enough is enough: At the movies

It is not bad enough that it costs $ 8.00 for a box of popcorn that can be made for about .25. It is not bad enough that a large soft drink cost 4.50 and can be made for pennies; last but not least, a twisted pretzel that is usually just taken out of the freezer and is still not bake all the way through cost 4.25.

One of the only advantages of getting older is that we get a seniors discount at the box office and it saves us 2.00 per ticket.

So it just cost us 16.25 plus the 6.00 per ticket to go to the movies, 22.25 for one old person; that is if you split the popcorn and drink. If not you can double the price to 44.50. We could have gone to Ma Ma Santa’s on Murray Hill and got a dish of Spaggs, two balls, a piece of sausage, salad and a large pizza for half the price.

The main reason we go to the movies is because we are bored at home on Sundays and want to get out of the house.

We are all beat up at our age and can’t sky dive anymore, we can participate in any cross country runs and our mechanical joints we just had put in won’t permit us to even jump rope, one of the best cardio exercises in the planet.

Usually the theater is either freezing in the winter because they don’t want to turn the heat on or we are freezing in the summer because they have the air-conditioning set too high.

We sit our old asses down in the old worn out seats that almost are touching the floor ready to enjoy a good movie and what the hell comes on but Pepsi – Taco Bell – Lexus and some jippo attorney’s commercials.

That is one of the reason we went to the movies was so we didn’t have to watch any commercials on the tube. They just started showing commercials about a year ago at the movies and they are getting longer. Maybe from now on I will come a half hour later and don’t have to be bothered but than my bride doesn’t like to miss the beginning of the movie. I am screwed either way.

The industries in this country has everyone anesthetized to the degree that we put up with anything as long as they shove it down our throats long enough. I think in some places they call it brain washing.

It may even be tolerable if the cost of the poggy bate (candy and soft drinks Marine Corps lingo) were half the price. But honestly; the commercials bother me more than the all the rest of the rigmarole.

I rather get water boarded then have to sit through some drug out commercials in a movie theater.  I have to pay to get aggravated. Pass the Brioschi.

I am not even going to mention the rude, un-educated, low class, self-absorbed, ill-mannered, discourteous, and impolite people that constantly talk throughout the movie. I am glad I didn’t mention them. I try to be very conscious of not hurting anyone’s feelings.

After all of this alibiing I feel like the old man that used to be at the end of the 60 Minutes TV program. He hated commercials too.