An honest mistake, sure, but I still can’t believe I did this. :smack:
Mrs. Chastain and I, in our first foray outside the home since the birth of IttyBittyChastain, decide to go see “Spider Man 2” on Sunday.
We arrive at the theater about 10 minutes before the start of the movie. The theater was fairly packed, as it was a 3:20 matinee, and we take a seat next to a young mom and her 5 year-old little girl.
I smile as we sit down. She’s a fairly attractive Hispanic girl, and her little girl is cute and well-behaved, so I’ve no qualms about taking the last two seats on the row.
The previews begin. I reach to my right and grip the hand of my wife. She turns to me and smiles. It’s our first “date night,” and even though it’s 3:00pm on a Sunday, it feels good to spend time with her that doesn’t involve bottles or diapers or formula.
Halfway through the preview for “I, Robot,” I reach over and take a drink of soda. Two gulps, then put it down. I reach for a handful of popcorn when I realize, for the first time, the phone calls are coming from inside the house! INSIDE THE HOUSE!
Actually, it’s worse. Because seconds later, I realize it’s Coca-Cola. And I distinctly remember buying a Sprite.
Some of you already know where I’m headed with this story.
The cold, dreadful horror grips me as I realize I’ve just taken two drinks from this strange woman’s soda. :eek:
I look over at her, expecting the worst possible reaction. An angry look, a dismissive gesture, or at very least a “Dude! WTF?” Fortunately, she’s been attending to her daughter the whole time.
To punish myself, I put my own soda between my legs and hold it for the entirety of the movie as a reminder of which soda was mine. Frozen peas are a small price to pay to not have that happen again.
So to the woman I didn’t meet, but swiped the soda of, I offer my heartfelt apologies. I hope one day you can forgive me my trespass, and I hope I didn’t inadvertantly pass you some bizarre lip creepiness in the process. Not that I have any. Just…hoping for the best.
I. Am. A tard. :smack:
On the lighter side, Mrs. Chastain has been laughing non-stop about this for the past three days, so maybe my discomfort has brought forth some good into the world. :rolleyes: