What's with the old lady, you might ask? Well, buckle up and I'll tell you. A few months ago I went with some friends to the movies. Two of my friends were going to see "The Proposal" while my friend, Michelle and I wanted to see the Christian Bale/Johnny Depp movie "Public Enemies" because we both think chick flicks are lame. Soooo, I'm talking with my two other friends as we approach the ticket counter. I wasn't paying complete attention to Michelle but she later informed me that the ticket lady asked her to see ID. (To see a rated "R" movie, you must be over the age of 17.) It's about during this moment that I start to pay attention, because the ticket lady gestures toward me and says, "Or ... is this your mother?"
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Yeah, that was my response. Think of the Wicked Witch of the West in The Wizard of Oz and her cackle voice. That's how I said, "WHAAAT?"
Oh, don't worry, she tried to recover by saying, "Or ... I mean, your older sister, because you two look a lot a like."
False. Michelle and I do not look alike. Oh, and Michelle is only two years younger than me. So, we weren't entirely certain who should be more insulted - Michelle because she looks like she's seventeen, or me - because I could pass for fifty.
Next time you want to go see a rated "R" movie, maybe just don't.
Posted by Liz at 12:00 AM