After three decades of togetherness, my wife and I have some serious questions about whether our relationship can really continue any longer when we have such a fundamental disagreement about one aspect of our marital life: popcorn.
Everything about popcorn from the moment we get in the car to go to the movies to the point when the movie has ended creates a disharmony in our otherwise perfect union.
“You’re not going to get popcorn this time, are you, Mary Ellen? We’re going out for a very expensive dinner right after the movie.”
“I have to. It’s been a movie tradition for me since high school.”
“So was necking in the balcony, but we’ve cut that out almost completely.”
Once we reach the theater, the tension rises. “Dick, I’ll find a seat. You wait in line for the popcorn.”
“Why do I have to wait in line? I don’t want popcorn. And when I come into the dark theater you’ll forget to look around for me and I’ll walk aimlessly up and down the aisles while people stare at me and assume I’m all alone and have no one to sit with.”
Of course, I do wait in line. I buy the popcorn and a drink.
“Why did you get the extra large, Dick? You know we can’t eat all that.”
“Because the extra large is only 50 cents more than the small and you get five times more popcorn. I already feel like I’m getting ripped off and I don’t want them to get away with it. Did you know that popcorn used to be a quarter?”
“Yes, and the people in the films are talking now.”
Another issue is that my wife is a bit of a health nut so she avoids butter and salt. But popcorn with no butter and salt? You have to be kidding. Why not just tear up Styrofoam into tiny pieces and put them into a bag? Enjoy. It’ll taste the same.