Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Star Wars: The Force Ages

Glass of warm buttermilk, Mr. Ford?

I don't go to the movies much anymore, but my son Brandon was back from study abroad in Amsterdam and home on winter break, so we decided to go see Star Wars: The Force Awakens.

"That will be two adults for the Star Wars movie," I said. 

"Two adults?" said the young woman behind the counter quizzically.

"I know what you're thinking," I replied.  "But my son is in college so I believe he is over the age for the child rate." 

"Sir, your son is over the age for the child rate in human years, dog years, and light years. What I mean is, it's one adult and one senior."

"Senior?!" I  scoffed, "There has to be a mistake.  To be a senior you have to be practically..."

"65 years old and up, sir, which I believe you are."

Damn that accursed word "senior!"  I've avoided it as long as I could, but now that I'm 65 I qualify for the senior discount in even the most johnny-come- lately-to-give-a-senior discount establishments. Some of them start as early as 55, some at 62, but nobody later than 65. 

Tiny money savings aside, God bless those that start at 65!

I accepted my discount, we entered the theater and settled into our seats, and the movie began.  And no sooner had I read 

"A long time ago in a galaxy far far away" 

than I heard a voice anything but far, far away whispering at my side.

"Excuse me, sir, would you like something from the snack bar?"

"Well, yes, I was going to get some popcorn in a little while."

"No need for that sir. I can take you to the bathroom too when you're ready. This is a special service for seniors."

That word again. That horrible word again. 

"Thanks  ... thanks ...  but I don't need this," I sputtered.  "I'm not infirm or anything."

"I know that, sir, but you may want to conserve energy for checkers tomorrow."

"Checkers?!!" I choked back "Okay, okay, bring me a coke!" .

"Are you sure you want a coke?  We serve warm buttermilk now."

Two hours passed.  The First Order and the Republic were locked in fierce and furious space-born battle,  and  I learned I really hate warm buttermilk.

Again there was a voice at my side.

"Sir, this movie gets kind of violent the rest of the way. Would you like to go in the lobby, I'll tell you the ending, and our senior shuttle can take you home?"

"Why ... why ... why," I barked hoarsely, "do you know that two major actors in this movie are so-called seniors and another one is close behind, and that's not counting Max von Sydow?!"

"Well, you don't see them watching the movie, do you?"

So he talked me into it. The shuttle was actually kind of comfortable, and Brandon took the car home. Don't worry, though, I'm not going to give away any spoilers to the end of the movie even though I know them all as recited dramatically to me by 17 year old Rodney Thistle from Havertown PA  .  

As a senior, maybe the Force is no longer with me.  But I'll sure be pumped for checkers tomorrow!

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6 comments:

  1. So, after years of throwing a hissy fit every time someone mentioned the "S" word, you're finally accepting it. I never thought you'd sell out so cheap or so easily. You've always set the bar pretty low, but warm buttermilk represents a new rock bottom. Next you'll be wearing your pants pulled up under your armpits.

    What time will you have the checkerboard set up? I want to be red this time.

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    1. I haven't accepted it. I've accepted it as much as I took a shuttle home from the movie and actually drank warm buttermilk (okay, maybe I drank the buttermilk). And my pants would be pulled all the way up if only I could keep them from falling to my ankles from shrinking in recent years.

      As for checkers, what time can you be here? Because I'm calling red right now!

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  2. Perry, Perry, Perry.....I can hardly believe my eyes. You let a 17 yr. old bully you out of seeing the ending of Star Wars. Mercy me. And for warm buttermilk? Tsk. Tsk. You should know by now that buttermilk is good for one thing: cornbread. I didn't see that you mentioned cornbread.

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    1. Cornbread I like but maybe with coffee, not buttermilk. Don't laugh, that special senior service may be coming soon to a theater near you. And they're relentless!

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  3. But the Comedy Force will ALWAYS be with you, Perry.

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    1. Roz, thanks as always for your support. May neither of us ever go over to the dark side.

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