A Night at the Theatre Ends in Reliving High School

Tonight, I have to ask this. What the hell is up with people and their damn cell phones - No - even better that, their damn PDA's? Today I was over at the Krikorian Movie Theatre in Redlands, California. I was stoked at seeing Batman, mostly because this would be the last time I would see it before going back to Nor Cal. Well, everything was fine. No incident and nothing to worry about. Sure, the line was long and the waiting was killer. But really, it was well worth it. Of course, for the night, it was cool where a couple of the locals were pretty cool. Passed a couple of jokes here and there, and even made several complaints. Great!

Now this is where the fun gets started. In the course of the movie, I didn't remember doing it, because it happened only in so close to second nature. I was thinking about what I was going to do when I got home. I mean, I'm supposed to be fixing and packing my stuff to go up north. That was the deal. Of course, I had to spend money and play slacker for the day, like every other day. Admittedly, that was what boiled down to. And I know my sister and brother-in-law want me to get my act together sometime soon. But that's for another story for another day.

Well, sure, here I was watching the movie, and I whip out my phone and press on the buttons on either side of the thing to light it up and look at the time. I see missed call, I click past that, and look carefully for only a minute. Sure, that's all I recollect of doing. Plus, we're talking about a cell-phone digital surface screen of only ¾ inch by ¾ inch frame - hardly enough to light up an entire row. I quickly stash it into my pocket. No more than a second.