Sunday, August 01, 2010

Gag Reel

I'd endured her for nearly two hours, and what was a mild irritation had transformed into a boiling, volcanic rage. I don't know how my popcorn tasted, and I can't remember who was sitting near me. As far as what was happening on the screen, it's a complete blank. My surroundings had become completely blind to me. All I remember is pure, unfiltered hatred.

1 comment:

Peg said...

Oh crap. My darling daughter is a movie talker. Drives me nuts! But then I always answer her. At least we don't bring clam chowder to the feast!