After an early, long morning, the booth is set up for our month-long stint selling Katie's sculptures at the market, but it's not really worth it for me to go home and then turn around and come back to work a shift, so I decide to go to the movies.
Feeling pretty decadent, I go into the almost empty movie-house, give my ticket to the older man at the door, and make my way to the concessions counter where I find the lone person behind the counter reading a book.
"So..., is the popcorn..., from today?" I ask.
When she assures me it is, I add, "Sorry, I must have lived in New York too long if I get suspicious of the popcorn."