My friend just got a new job and will be relocating. Because I am a big fan of themed movie nights, I immediately thought about what movie we could watch that would be set in her new town. I could only come up with one -- Benny and Joon. (She almost got a job in Baltimore, which would have opened things up considerably, encompassing all of the John Waters canon, plus any movie based on an Anne Tyler book, plus Sleepless in Seattle, plus about a million hours of The Wire.)
In order to have theme snacks in stock, I had to make a pit stop at the grocery store on the way home from work, and here was my shopping list in its entirety: Cap’n Crunch, milk, Diet Coke, and ice cream.
This shopping list, in turn, reminded me of the time a couple of weeks ago when I had to pick up a cake at Costco for a work function, and took the opportunity to buy the one item on my personal grocery list that I had forgotten the week before. So there I was in the checkout line with an enormous frosted cake and a nine-pound bag of sugar.
Which brings me to this: What mechanism is it that causes a person, once they are autonomous enough to buy their own groceries, to buy things like wheat germ and broccoli? Is it fear of judgment by other shoppers that causes a person to buy fruit instead of Froot Loops? Is it just fear of early death?
Other immature behavior I will be indulging in soon: I am going to see the 12:30 a.m. show of Batman: The Dark Knight. The movie theatre is half an hour away from my house, and the running time (without previews) is something like two and a half hours. Do the math: I won’t be home until probably 4 a.m. And I have to be at work four hours later.
The only way I will be able to sustain the energy to meet the competing demands of the Immature and Mature worlds will be to eat almost all of a bag of Special Edition Reese’s Dark Chocolate and Peanut Butter Bats (“Find the Bat-Signal and Win Instantly!”).
Next time: Did I Win Instantly?
--saifun
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