At the cinema today
I went for the Matrix and at the start this a man, with son (I assume) in tow and arms full of fodder, puffed and wheezed his way to the top of the rows where I was sat. There is a lengthy preamble in the film that possibly will confuse some folks and throughout it all they munched and slurped away. Shortly before the point where the film could be said to kick off the man stood up, pulled on his jacket, with some effort, and set off down the steps and out. It took the son a few moments to start after him - and all I could think was, poor sod.
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