Story

Since I’m between ice packs, I’ll tell you a story. Mom always had a rule that one did not go to the movies on a sunny afternoon. It wastes the day, she said.

So, my youngest sister and I were living in California where it was sunny every day. She came over one afternoon and we decided to go to a matinee. Driving out from the neighborhood we ran into friend Norma. She asked where we were going and one of us blurted out “The mall!” and the other “The beach!” Simultaneously, of course.

Norma said “You’re going to the movies. I’m calling your mother!” Of course we were both adults at the time, well out of college and working.

When I lived in Brooklyn with no air conditioning, sometimes I went to the movies twice on a really hot weekend day. Movies were paid A/C!

So, even the neighbors knew of Mom’s prohibition. Who’re they going to tell now? I have to go get more ice and lie down until I can take more pain medication. Ow.