Speaking of food fiascos, we had another one later in the day.
We went out to see The Ladykillers this afternoon.
[Short review of the movie: It was good. It seemed kind of sub-par for a Coen Bros. movie until the second half, in which case it was back to the usual kind of Coen Bros. wackiness. I think it was that Marlon Wayans' character was just swearing for the sake of swearing for the first half of the movie that made it annoying to watch. I just wanted to punch him... So I recommend it, but it's not anywhere NEAR as good as the cinematic perfection that is O Brother, Where Art Thou?]
ANYWAY, we got in and Julie was hungry and looking forward to some popping corn. We went up to the snack bar and I picked out a relatively mid-size bag of Twizzlers and Julie asked for a small popcorn.
The girl then said, 'Well, this is the size of a small. Are you sure you don't want a regular?' and held up a bag that was smaller than a paperback novel.
Julie flipped out. "THREE SEVENTY NINE FOR THAT!?! AND A REGULAR IS ALMOST $5?!?! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!"
Then she saw how much the Twizzlers were. "FOUR TWENTY FIVE FOR THAT!? THAT'S ROBBERY!"
I just ran to the theatre to avoid the fallout. I did get my Twizzlers, but Julie held onto them like they were pressed latinum and carefully rationed them out for the whole movie so she'd be sure to get her money's worth.