Humdrum Ribble-Rabble of Boston rn
“How do you like your coffee?”
“I don’t like coffee.”
“Okay.”
“I know it’s the cutest cinema, but from a technical perspective, it’s not as good as AMC.”
“No, I agree. The theater business is brutal, they probably can’t afford everything to upgrade here.”
“The sound system has been broken for like 3 years. I once mentioned it to them. I was super annoying.”
“No, you have to say something.”
“Maybe. You know I found out a while ago that movie theaters don’t make any money from the tickets.”
We are standing in the concession line.
“That’s crazy. Hi, can I just get one large diet Coke? Do you want anything?”
“No, can I have a few sips of your dc?”
“Sure.”
“Soda is one of the biggest moneymakers for theaters. Huge markup, like 1000%.”
“They are one of those bands that met in high school.”
“Just so wild to luck out like that, to meet people you can do real things with back then.”
“No, truly. I still talk to like one person from high school”
“I can’t breath. I can’t breathe. I can’t drink coffee.”
“What’s happening?!”
“This happens when I drink coffee. I feel like my heart is fluttering.”
“Should I pull over?”
“Can you close the window.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Actually, leave it open, sorry.”
“What medication do people with ADHD take?”
“I don’t know.”
“Is it Vyvanse?”
“I don’t know.”
“I feel like I have a cold. I just feel like sick.”
“Sorry.”
“Sometimes when I use bleach I feel this way though so I don’t know.”
“Oh?”
“I used bleach earlier to clean the bathroom.”
“I see. I used to fear bleach as a kid.”
“Why did you fear bleach?”
“I used to be afraid of someone pouring bleach into my eyes while I was sleeping and then going blind.”