The guy that sold us popcorn was violently high and couldn’t figure out how to upgrade our small popcorn into a medium. After calling his manager, he figured it out and brought us back our popcorn in an aluminum commemorative sonic 3 popcorn bucket. He presented the bucket with this look of self-satisfaction that begged for some kind of response. All I could muster was “Oh, nice!” and his look transformed into a disappointment that was so profound that it was all I could think about for the first hour of the movie.
The movie was pretty good. I liked all the little fellas in it.
