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I'm not usually one to complain about such things, but the last time I went to the theater [Force Awakens]. It was really nice with barcaloungers and whatnot [B&B's, Lee's Summit].
But the concessions apparently sell their nachos with the chips in those clear crinkly bags.
Throughout the entire first half of the movie I heard every moment of the consumption of a plate of nachos from the person in the lounger next to me.
The crinkle,
the grasp,
the pull,
the dip,
the chomp,
the chew.
Dear Lord, did it set me on edge.
I mention it largely because it arose out of the theater's concession decisions, not the particular fault of the customer.
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We need the kind of courage that can withstand the subtle corruption of the cynics - E.W.
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