Lisa
Lisa Lisa invited me to see Tangled, in the movie theatre that was shortly shut down by the fire department for code violations. When we met up, she looked lovely- about 5’3”, wearing a green paisley dress showing an impressive amount of cleavage. We got our popcorn and disgustingly sugary sodas, and took our seats, along with eight other people, in a theatre extra-dimly lit because many of the bulbs were burn out. The trailers began, probably for other Disney movies. I took a bite of stale popcorn. Yuck. I took a sip of coke and it was totally flat. Yuck. I ask Lisa to taste her diet soda and it’s… awful. She shrugged. “I just want to enjoy my snacks and the movie.’ I smile. At least I’m with a pretty girl. ‘Oh my god…’ we hear from the projection booth. ‘Holy shit… WHAT THE FUCK!’ Click. Movie shuts off, leaving all ten of us in awkward silence. A few minutes later the few remaining lights come on and a pimples-faced usher entered, informing us there would be a slight 5-10 minute d