Something trivial happened while I was at the movies last weekend, and I feel like sharing. One of the days that preceded that movie weekend, a movie was released at the box office that interested a friend of mine so much that all he did was jabber incessantly about it.
It was a movie about boxing and knockouts and WBC titles. The movie plot was a lot similar to that Mo Ali movie, the one he was some heavyweight champion 300 times, maybe less. He died at a scheduled last fight or so.
Of-course I knew I couldn’t care less for the movie but I still had to be present at the request of my friend, just because. Seeing as I did not have to go through public transport or taxis, my friend was driving, i exercised liberty on my choice of attire. Oh yes.. that mini shorts was dusted and my thighs couldn’t thank me enough for their exoneration.
Fancy flip-flops, an over-sized white t-shirt, an unneedful sling bag, and I was the ideal plus one drag along. We got the movie tickets and with about 17 mins to spare, we joined the popcorn queue. An old uni classmate that spotted me and came around to say hi, got into a casual plot argument with my friend.
I wasn’t about to get popcorn because of my healthy meal diet. The popcorn was for my sweet-toothed friend. I was going for smoothie and cheese sandwich (my healthy meal phase still having a strong hold on me). The different orders had different queues which were handled concurrently by different attendants.
Thank God for old classmate’s social grace I could steal away into the other queue slightly unnoticed by friend, he hated being lonely on queues. I ordered my smoothie and sandwich and they got ready about the time my friend got his popcorn. As he was paying for both I turned around to create space for the next customer, and that was when the disaster happened.
The lady ahead of my friend on the queue initially seemed like she came alone, until she requested for 4 large popcorn bags and a Pepsi just as the other counter lady asked for his order. So both their orders were received concurrently.
The moment I was done at the smoothie booth close to the movie theater corner and turned around to leave, was about the same time popcorn lady left the counter with her heavy purchase. 3 popcorn bags fit her entire arm while the Pepsi and last popcorn bag were on the other hand, supported by her biceps.
That’s how I collided into her and her popcorn bags fell, scattered all over the floor.
The lady’s mouth was just agape, mine too, but only briefly as I quickly put it to good use, chanting “I’m sorry. I really am. I’m so so sorry” so so quickly. I was standing so tall while reeling the words off my lips carefully. Apologies come real easily for me, plus I was really sorry.
While I was at it, lady just stared at me, with a look almost implying I replace the fallen bags. During this two (2) mins apology chants and wicked stare, the vibe in the movie hall wasn’t affected. Everybody moved around us and went about their way.
I heard my friend mutter, “woman, its just popcorn” that was when I took slow backward strides to his side and side-spoke softly to him, “she doesn’t expect me to replace her popcorn does she?” I had to let him know my thoughts because if it came to that, he was obviously the one to pay for it.
Lady kept staring, the chants tired me and I looked away. I did not think there was anything else i could do really.
It was at this time Lady walked to me and said, “you’re only saying sorry, you’re not thinking of how to help”. I gave her a blank look and then uttered, “Excuse me”. She simply walked back to where the scattered popcorn bags were at, gestured at someone standing close by.
That’s when I saw she couldn’t bend well, because of her slim dress, and her other full hand. Apparently, the popcorn fell only halfway out of the bags so the 3 popcorn bags were still half filled and she was ready to take them that way. She was helped, she got her bags, and she walked away while shaking her head. I just had that “Oh” expression on like
At that moment, in my mini shorts and over-sized tees and adult makeup and swag, I couldn’t help but feel so tiny and small minded. I was so unsure of the next move, whether to head towards the theater to see the movie I had come for, even though I knew I would concentrate very little.
It would be awkward if I saw the lady at the same theater as mine munching on her left-over popcorn, whereas my meal was as healthy as can be. Only if she had left me feeling less embarrassed. Now I needed some bit of closure to continue on with my movie day.
This story has no particular sound ending.
I walked into the movie theater with my friend, looking over the heads of the people inside and searching their eyes. I could imagine she came to the cinema to see nice movie, but she’ll get home with the plot of two movies. I’ll be starring in one obviously. My conscience played me, and I had an awful time there.