Just recently, one of my bestfriends and I met up for a little chitchat. For the past years, we have developed the habit of watching whatever movie is shown at the cinema while devouring a regular sized frozen yogurt or gelato and a handful of cheese flavored popcorn. Meeting up with her again just recently reminded me of an amusing story two years ago when we were going to meet up to perform our "hanging out rituals." At that time, my boyfriend was with me and he somewhat complicated the scenario. Instead of hanging out with my besty alone, the three of us got to hangout together.
Before my besty came, my boyfriend and I were already hanging out. At that time, we were so desperately bored that we decided to watch "whatever movie" was on. We were watching while waiting for my besty to arrive. More than halfway through the movie (which by the way, I already forgot the title as it was a particularly boring one), my besty texted saying she already arrived. My boyfriend and I didn't want to keep her waiting so we were left with no choice but to exit the cinema to meet her.
And so we met her. We went about our usual ritual and ate our favorite frozen yogurt! After an hour or so of chatting until our yogurt cups dried up, we realized we still had the entire evening to kill. We looked at each other and in unison, raised the same question, "what are we going to do now?" We couldn't possibly do window shopping as my boyfriend was extremely allergic to shopping. He is so allergic that the moment he steps inside the department store, his feet were already itching to leave! Whether we were stupid or desperate, the three of us decided to watch the same movie my boyfriend and I were watching while we were waiting for my besty. And so we paid for the movie again. Our sole consolation was the fact that we never got to see the ending and paying to watch the movie the second time around just to see the ending was after all, not a crazy idea.
We hopped into our seats and placidly watched the "forgettable" movie. It was weird that I actually found myself laughing (for the second time around) at the same segment which I thought was funny the first time I watched the movie. The movie was (somewhat) funny, that is all that I can remember.
An hour or so passed, and we were nearing the ending. I was so excited! At last I was finally going to know how the movie concluded! As though the universe decided against my luck, our seats violently shook! At that time it felt like I was watching a 4D movie at a 2D cinema house. "Did you feel the seats move?"I asked. Before they could blurt out an answer, the seats shook again! "Earthquake!" I panicked and stood up to vacate the cinema house. My boyfriend reluctantly stood up and asked, "wait, are we not going to watch the ending?" Everyone else was hurrying towards the exit. I was asking myself if it was worth it to die buried under the cinema house's debris just to watch the story end while waiting for mine to end.
Of course, it wasn't worth it. And so, I reluctantly walked out of the cinema house while resigning myself with the fact that I will never be able to watch the ending. There was no way I was going to watch the movie the third time around!
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