The Boy in the Bubble

In my younger days, I worked for a well-seasoned officer who was proud of the fact that he’d never spent time standing in lines to see first run movies on opening day. His theory was that sooner or later, the movie would show up on HBO or on VHS and he’d watch it in the comfort and privacy of his home. Not standing in lines gave him more time to do other things. So he said.

As I gotten older, I’ve come to appreciate this theory of “private screenings” and have modified it to suit my life style because the technology now lets me do that. Last Saturday, my Most Significant Other and I went to the 10 A.M. showing of “Pirates of the Caribbean 3.”

That’s right. It was the morning showing of a movie that had been out for several months. We were the only ones in the theater and we had a grand time. Yes, the internet told me how it ended before I saw it, but I didn’t care. The movie itself wasn’t important – the movie experience was. And walking out of the theatre, smiling and saying “Thank you,” to the three employees who were going to cleanup up after us was Master Card priceless.

Sometimes, there is something to be said for the joy and glee of delayed gratification. On the other hand, I once worked with a guy whose ambitious was to collect 1000 hours of porn, but that’s another post for another day.