Overheard in a movie theater

Last night, my beautiful wife and I were able to go on a date. She wanted to see a movie. It came down to two choices: Bourne Ultimatum or Becoming Jane. Hmmm, let me think about it for a minute. Which would I rather see. Gosh, such a hard choice for a guy. So, of course she got her way and we went to see Becoming Jane at The Rio, a restored art deco theater with one, yes one, screen.

Walked up to the ticket window, which is on the outside of the building, right on the sidewalk. No microphones built into the window or anything. I look at the menu board and say "two for Becoming Jane, please" in a hushed tone so others standing nearby wouldn't hear that I was going to that movie. Jenny blew my cover when she blurted out "they only have ONE MOVIE here! You don't have to tell him which movie you're going to. All these people are here to see that movie."

We got seated plenty early, and the best part was that two "mature" women sat behind us. Here are some snippits of their conversation:

"She just had a baby, but I can't remember what his name is. It's a very strange name, though. I just don't know how she came up with it. Oh, that's right. His name is Davis. Isn't that odd?"

"Did you get your colonoscopy scheduled yet?"

"I had my mamogram the other day. I just don't enjoy those."

I wanted to ask if they've gotten their hearing test scheduled yet, because it was obvious by the volume with which they spoke that that, too, is going bad.

Although nothing blew up in the movie, and there were not car chases, it was [this is where I admit the truth] a good movie. Yes, I do enjoy period chick flicks.

POSTNOTE: I just read Jenny's post. I didn't know she'd already blogged basically the same stuff. At least we're on the same page, and you know I wasn't making up the colonoscopy/mammogram thing.