Hubby and I had a date night over the weekend. Technically, since it’s just the two of us, I suppose any time we go out, it’s a date, but this one was planned: dinner and a movie. We even got our movie tickets in advance online.
After a nice dinner we arrived at theatre a little early. We got settled in our seats and were watching the previews. Turn off your phones. Don’t text. Go buy refreshments. Emergency exits…
I admit I usually tune out these announcements. I figure if the theater catches on fire I can find my way out. I tune them out on airplanes too, but that’s another story.
As we sat waiting for the movie to begin, for the first time I can remember, I checked out the exits. I went so far as to make a plan. I leaned over to Hubby and told him, “If a gunman attacks, drop to the floor and stay down.” I didn’t expect a reply, but he responded immediately: “If a gunman attacks, I’ll push you to the floor and fall on top of you.” Huh.
I then proceeded to tell him why our heads should go to the right, not to the left; why we should both lie flat on the floor, heads down, playing dead if necessary.
Two things struck me about this. First, we’re both pretty laid back, yet independently we’d each made a plan. After what happened in Colorado a few weekends ago, that shouldn’t surprise me, but it did. The other thing was my need to control the scenario. I told Hubby what to do. He offered an alternative solution, then I modified it. Why do I do that?
On a more upbeat note, the movie was delightful. Hope Springs with Meryl Streep and Tommy Lee Jones made me laugh and made me cry – for me the sign of a hit.