One day this week, my sister and I took ourselves to an indoor movie. It had been ages, but we had seen good reviews for the latest block-buster I Can Only Imagine and decided to not wait for Netflix.
Movie-going has changed a little since last we partook. The next town over has a Cinema with 8 screens, and as it turned out, the picture we chose was in a “VIP” theater. Which translates into “not senior friendly.” The aisles and seats were spaced to give plenty of room, but the hand rail for the many steps leading up to the seating area was about shoulder high. Okay, we’re short. But still.
We ventured only three rows up, still uncomfortably close to the mammoth screen, but about as far as we wanted to go.
The seats were large, comfortable-looking recliners. We sat and Betty immediately lay flat on her back.
“What did you do?” she asked me. The large chair jerked forward.
“I did nothing. I’m trying to figure out my chair.”
“Well, you made mine lay down. Sit me up again.” The chair made a move, obviously had second thoughts, and reclined even farther.
“I did not touch your chair.”
Finally, I asked a young patron to show me how to operate the recliner. The control was on the inside of the right armrest . . . where Betty put her purse. It had met with the controller and continued to rotate it every time Betty moved. (I told her it wasn’t me.)
After making ourselves comfortable — and by the way, the chairs really were VIP comfortable — we thoroughly enjoyed the movie.
The theater was about half full and people began filing out as soon as the credits rolled. We, however, waited for the lights to come on (so we could see where we were going), making us the last out of the theater. The usher was a little taken aback when he opened the door and saw two sweet little old ladies who apparently don’t get to town very often.
All in all, it was a wonderful afternoon. It reminded me of other times we went to the movies together. Our dad’s store was just down the street from the Plaza Theater in downtown Gainesville, Texas. I still remember the fun we had. 75 years later, it is still fun going to the movies with my sister.
And the picture itself? Definitely worth seeing. I have no doubt that you will enjoy it, just make sure you get to the theater early enough to get your chair fully adjusted, before they dim the lights.