Brad and I went to a movie this weekend. At the ticket counter, as we were clearly asking for two tickets to King Kong, the lady next to us proudly exclaimed “Two tickets to TONIGHT’S SHOW!” She was obviously proud of the fact that she was taking her daughter (I assume) to a moving picture show, but it might have been helpful to let the ticket-dispenser know which of tonight’s shows they’d like to see. Unfortunately when it was all cleared up, it turned out she was seeing King Kong with us.

We had a good laugh over this, making all the appropriate jokes–was she sure she didn’t want to see tomorrow’s show? What about last night’s? Then we heard her ordering some concessions. “Two frozen cokes!” with all the splendor you can imagine. And when clarification was needed–red cherry or blue raspberry–she let the whole place know that she was buying frozen cokes by yelling the options to her daughter. Who was standing a mere two feet away. We were sure not to sit anywhere near her in the theatre.

Now perhaps this story is lame. But then I must ask, why do we, as in Brad and myself, find so much pleasure out of making fun of people? Why were this lady’s excitement and consequential obfuscations so humoring? This is one of the things that bonded me and Brad–our sense of humor. Not everyone would find this lady hysterical, but we were still laughing about it three hours later (when the monstrosity of a movie finally ended–it was good though). Are we obnoxious or just normal?