Mirrors

A few weeks ago I went to the drive-in with my brother's family. There are very few drive-in's left in the world... which is only kind of sad. Mostly because drive-in's tend to attract the crazies. Now, I know about white trash. I have spent more hours than I care to admit in with the white trash. I have been in their homes. I have conversed with them and even pretended to like them. All in the name of social work. But when I'm on my own time, I prefer to avoid the trash. (Except at the races, I know exactly what I am getting into when I attend any form of car racing. I still love it!)

Anyway, first of all, the place was packed. And of course there are the random idiots that drive up and down the aisles thinking they will find some magical parking spot. Hello, nobody else parked there because it sucked and you can't see the screen - but keep trying and annoying the rest of us with your car lights while we are trying to enjoy the movie.

And then you have the smokers. I have made this rant before, but I still hate trying to enjoy myself and then being blasted with a mouthful of smoke. It just isn't fun for anyone!

But the best is the idea that going to the drive-in gives people free reign to where whatever they want. Children in pajamas is one thing, parents in pajamas is an entirely different story. I'm all for a good pair of lounge pants, but when your pants are from the late 90's (I know this because they are so worn out you probably should have thrown them away at least five years ago) and are covered with The Simpson's characters, you place yourself in the position to be mocked. So I will continue to mock you as long as I feel necessary.

And next time you decide to leave the house, please check the mirror and make sure everything is color-coordinated. Wouldn't want you to miss-match or anything.