11:03pm Last Thanksgiving break of college. Unbelievable. This year we get a whole week off instead of just Wednesday through Sunday. I knew if I stayed in school long enough it would happen eventually. Tara and I arrived home from school just in time to run to the store to pick up some groceries and then go to the movie theatre—not to see a movie, but to bring home some movie theatre popcorn for Mom. What size, I inquired resignedly before we left.
She held her hands up, about a foot apart from each other and replied, “The big one.” Not being one to think ahead, I didn’t pursue any further, so when we arrived at the theatre and Tara asked what size we were supposed to be getting, I relayed Mom’s answer. Then we both looked wearily at each other and sighed. Our plight was hard to endure.
Luckily, rescue came in the form of the Gladbrook Centre concession stand staff. “She usually gets a medium,” one of the employees informed us. “Last time she was here, I think she got a large,” another put in helpfully.
In the end we ordered a medium, but not before Dad came through the doors, also sent on the Popcorn Buying Mission. It seems Tara and I had not given doubt as to whether or not we would actually be stopping to buy the popcorn. “She was worried she wouldn’t get it,” Dad explained.
The rest of Friday night was spent singing along with Tara’s guitar playing pretending I am Emmy Lou Harris or Alison Krauss. The world is my oyster.
