The morning started out tense â trying to get the four of us out the door for a 9:00AM showing of the long-awaited Harry Potter flick. I know, Nine Oâclock A-bloody-M. It was a school deal you see. My fifth grade son came home with the news a few weeks ago, that his school had a deal going with a local theater to get all us âmugglesâ tickets for this special showing. It seemed worth it, despite the early show time. Of course, when this morning actually dawned, it was a little bit harder to be excited about seeing the show, especially for my high school son. âWhy do we have to go so earlyâŚgrumble, grumble.â?
So, we actually leave somewhat on time â rare for us â and weâre on our way. A slight snag in the travel as there is a blocked entrance ramp to the high way. So we find a roundabout way to get onto the highway only to find that the lane we want is blocked off by cones. Shortly before the exit, we slip through the cones, and right into a police roadblock. Yikes!
An officer motions us to pull over, and then proceeds to practically interrogate my husband as to why he thought he was special enough to ignore the cones and do what he wanted. âWhat if there was a road crew working here, and you didnât see until too late, and you killed someone. Yeah, he said exactly that. Then we couldnât find the vehicle registration, and I was ready to cry, when the officer â referring to my youngest in the back seat â âLook, youâve got a young kid â do the right thing from now on.â Yes, he let us just go, but made us feel like we were just a beat away from a violent criminal career.
About two minutes later weâre pulling into the parking lot, and I suddenly remember where our special âmuggleâ tickets were. At home. On top of the refrigerator â Not With US.
Now I really started to cry. âIâm sorry, I left the tickets at home, I forgot them!â For a second no one spoke, and then I ask my husband to drive me to the front door so I can run inside and see what I can do. Luckily everything worked out and we were let in without having to purchase new tickets.
The movie started right away, without the usual âcoming attractionsâ, and the first scene happened to be a very dark one. Dark in plot, dialogue and just plain dimly lit. So it was hard to see what seats were left available, and we ended up sitting in the second row in front. Iâve done this before, sat in the very front of the huge screen, and not just for any movie â but for something guaranteed to be metaphorically huge as well, such as this summerâs Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.