I worked all day yesterday, and K worked at home accomplishing a ton of stuff pre-move --- I am, uh, a smidge behind on my contribution there --- so we decided to head out last night.
So we saw Eat Pray Love at our local theatre, the place closest to us in Westmount Centre, a nearby mall. This was the 7.20 show on a Sunday, so not busy, when most people are home with their families watching Jersey Shore or whatever crap is on TV.
My beef? This cost us 42 bucks. So $12 each for the flick, then as my turnaround post-work was quick we also got food - one of those meal deals with a big popcorn, two sodas, a candy bar. Okay, technically speaking not a meal. Whatever.
That would be ok, as all our choice so far, until you get to the lame-o idea at this theatre to sell tickets at the snack bar. So if you are buying tickets, and or food, you stand in the same snake-like disorganized line, waiting, and waiting. No quick entry if you just want tickets.
Then they put one girl - ONE - to handle everyone. I felt bad for her, she looked about 16 and overwhelmed. Sweet, trying, set up to fail by her employer. The morons.
We waited while the dithering group of women in front of us each paid for their own ticket, each choosing their own candy and drink, sloooowly. I grew older waiting. The poor couple behind us just wanted tickets to their flick and waited patiently, forever, as did the folks behind them.
Who thinks up this crap system to annoy their clients? I am paying 42 bucks here, hire more people. My guess is you are paying them minimum wage anyway. Popcorn has some profit doesn't it? Costs me twelve cents at home, eight bucks here.
Plus the men's room was gross. Ick. Barf. I did get on my receipt a blurb and link to their customer service survey website. And yes I filled it out. You betcha. Think I will hear back from them?
As for the flick? I liked it, though not as much as loved the book. K wasn't crazy about it, he had liked though not loved the book. Worth seeing for the breathtakingly beautiful places and the terrific music. And Julia Roberts. And the food porn. Ooh, the food porn... go to a different theater though...