Today's Edition of Things You Just Don't See Every Day

We here at Chez Wheedleton used part of our holiday weekend to take in a movie. Turns out, it was mildly eventful.

First, we went to Rita's Italian Ice for refreshments while I tried out a new app I recently downloaded to my phone to order our tickets. I had full bars. I was in a 3G area. It was supposed to be Quick and Easy. However, our anticipated Quick and Easy ticket purchase rapidly morphed into Seemingly Endless and Recalcitrant, so we gave up and just drove the ten minutes to the theater and bought our tickets the Old Fashioned Way - at the ticket booth. 

So, tickets in hand, we realized we were a full hour early for the show we purchased. Now, Handsome Boy + any kind of wait = DWtH (Disaster Waiting to Happen), so we took a walk around the shopping center attached to the movie complex to occupy our time. With not much to see, and stores about to close for the day, we dashed into the only store that could be browsed: a Walgreens. My husband C followed the kiddos as they followed their instincts directly to the toy aisle, while I followed my instincts directly to the lipstick aisle.

Understand, I am by no means a Girly-Girl (not that there's anything wrong with that), but I do like to wear a bit of make-up, and my trusty Revlon lipstick (Super Lustrous Shiny Sheers #845 Sheer Plumdrop, to be precise) has been down to that little blob-of-extra-lip-stuff-they-use-at-the-bottom-of-the-tube-to-keep-the-lipstick-from-falling-out-of-the-top-of-the-tube-every-time-you-twist-it-up for quite a while, now.

Anyway, there I was, searching the make-up wall for my favorite lip stuff (which it seems Revlon doesn't make anymore, 'cause I can't find it anywhere) when Handsome Boy sauntered up to me with his hands behind his back and a tell-tale impish grin on his face, followed a little ways behind by C and Lovely Girl, who had suspiciously blank faces. 

"What do you have?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and trying to lean around to see behind him. He is notorious for begging cookies and candy from his father in the store, and his father is notorious for buying them for him, and I had no intention of once again being the Smuggler of Snacks into the movie theater just because I'm the only one in this family who carries a bag of any sort. 

Well, Handsome Boy seemed to be struggling with two things - whatever was behind his back, and keeping a straight face. He quickly failed at both, yanking a packaged whoopie cushion out in front of him, squeezing with all his might, and erupting into uncontrollable guffaws...along with the rest of us. Alas, the fun only lasted for a few seconds, since the store announced it was closing, so we made our exit exactly as we had made our entrance: sans lipstick or whoopie cushion...or snacks.

With a half hour to go until movie time and no stores left to invade, we made our way back to the theater, bought the requisite snacks and drinks, and settled into our seats. Well, almost. We managed about a minute of settling in before C said, "I think my seat is broken. Is your seat broken? I think my seat is broken." Meanwhile, he was wiggling all kinds of ways to try to get comfortable, and he looked like a kid who really needed to use The Facilities, so we decided to slide down to different seats and try again. This time the Settling Process made its way to completion, and we got set to watch the two thousand and one promos and commercials until the movie started.

Then, a few sips into my Dr. Pepper, I realized that - unlike C - I really did need to use The Facilities, so I excused myself and hurried off so as to hurry back so as to not miss the actual movie we came to see. Upon entering The Facilities, I found I had my pick of "seating," as it was utterly deserted. It was after I made my choice and secured the stall door that I saw it: a Thing You Just Don't See Every Day. So, I did what anyone would do: I snapped a picture, then chose a different stall to complete my business before hurrying back to the movie.

After I sat down, and with mere minutes to go before the movie started, I leaned over to C and the kiddos and conspiratorily whispered to them my Facilities Discovery. Then I pulled out my camera and showed them the shot. They each gazed down at the photo, then back at me. And every single one of them had only one question:

"Did you get the quarter?"