An old "myspace" blog of mine...thought I'd "re-post" here!

Sooo...I take my 2 older yahoos to Lubbock with my friend and her kiddos for 2 fun nights at an Embassy Suites with a heated pool. Mmmmm...such fun! :) Well, we decide to go see a movie...and here’s how it goes! (See if any of you have ever had THIS happen to you???)


First, we wait in line for DECADES in 40 below weather to get $8 a piece tickets to a dumb movie I don’t really want to see anyway.


Next, I wait in the snack line...FOREVER...pay $25 for kiddie popcorns/drinks (4) and a popcorn/drink for myself...of course...:)


Oh...I had my friends 2 girls with me while she had her other 2 watching a different movie, so basically, I had no help.


My kids were already up in their seats saving spots because the Lubbock Juvenille detention center decided to show up with a bus full of (*cough*) sweet kids and see the same movie. There was a bus load of them, mind you. Sooo I get all the treats myself.


I get into the theater, start walking up the steps and BAM...I miss the next step. Popcorn is flying everywhere, coke is flying, people are giggling to themselves, my kids are mortified...25 dollars down the toilet, a skinned knee...coke-soaked treats...oh yeah..and I’m SOOOO EMBARRASSED!!!!!!!!!!! and that’s not even the worst part!


I’m totally hacked off...embarrassed...I go BACK to the treat line, wait FOREVER again, and finally get to the front. I tell the little fella behind the counter the WHOLE story and you know what he says? He says..well...you can go dumpster dig and bring back the trays and cups for us to refill...WHAATTT??? is he kidding me???? Dumpster dig..??? here??? in this nasty theater...I don’t think sooooo.... Well you can guess...I’m LIVID!!! but when I get mad, I cry. :( So, here come the tears. I say, "so basically I’ve got 2 choices...go dig for the trays and get some nasty fungus disease to spread to my children OR ante up $25 more dollars for treats??" Yep...


Soo..thru my tears I say....Just give me a large popcorn. Mind you...my knee is KILLING me, I’m crying, embarrassed, BROKE....and then...my fairygod- manager shows up and pushes Junior aside and says..."Tell me what you lost, we’ll replace everything." What, I say? everything? I’m not out almost a hundred dollars for this dumb movie after all???


So the sweet lady replaces my goodies, I go BACK into the theater with everyone watching with anticipation to see if lightening can strick twice...but I made it. Grouchy, however, and a wee bit thankful for the sweet lady who stepped in to save my day. Maybe she was an angel in disguise, who knows?


But boy did God teach me a lesson that day...and that was to...bring my own snacks to the theater! KIDDING...no really. I don’t know what lesson I learned but I know He saw the whole thing and maybe, just maybe gave that sweet lady manager a little prick in her heart to save the day for that poor haggled blond lady with mascara running down her face.


I choose to believe God wants to be involved in all parts of our daily lives...including the snack line at your local theater. :)