I didn’t understand what all the fuss was about but this Neurotic Man was determined to find out. I had to save up some money as these things were not cheap and I am not rich in dinero or personality. Fortunately there were several preparatory steps before I had to come up with the bucks.
As always my research began with reading. This time I checked the site from a luxury chain and found this at their Press site:
“Cinépolis USA is a leading world-class cinema exhibitor that offers guests an enhanced movie-going Cinépolis concept, as well as their renowned ‘Luxury Cinema’ experience. Our Mexico-based parent company, Cinépolis, is the fourth largest movie theater exhibitor in the world. With the support of Cinépolis Mexico, we opened our first US theater in Del Mar, CA in July 2011 starting with our revolutionary ‘Luxury Cinema’ brand. Today, Cinépolis USA has some of the top performing Cinépolis theaters and ‘Luxury Cinemas’ in the country. Currently operating 56 screens in Southern California and 23 screens in Florida.” http://www.cinepolisusa.com/press.aspx Of course such reading led to a nap.
When I woke I put on an incognito outfit – dark glasses, sombrero. Poncho and fake moustache. The goal was to confuse the patrons and help of the theater to nor remember who I was for the day when I laid my dollars down on the table for a ticket. I checked out the parking lot for car width space and if the parking lot (in my estimation) could handle a popular show. I checked all adjoining roads for ease of access. I brought my people counter and checked to see how many attended a show and when. I strolled around the lobby and watched how quickly popcorn customers were served. Fortunately the plethora of snacks eased the demand on popcorn. When I returned in the evening This Neurotic Man was intimidated by the vast number of aging, hair thinning, wrinkled old men accompanied by buxom, fit tanned babes many decades their younger. I guess opposite truly attract.
All this unpaid work made me famished and I went over to Einstein’s for a bagel and shmear. The amount of choices was a bit intimidating but I made my choice. I then saw a poster that proclaimed ‘We Now Serve Fresh Cracked Eggs’ and I stopped in my tracks. What did this mead? And what did it portend for the past? After all this thinking (and concern) I went home hungry. Well, at least the bagel bucks can go toward my show fund.