I do not like crowds. As a result, I tend to stay away from fairs, festivals, and—perhaps especially—shopping centers during the holidays. (I like live music and plays too much to stay away from concerts and the theater, and travel too much to stay away from airports, however.)
Today we boldly, foolishly decided to go see The Big Short, which is playing at our local mall at a multiplex.
Well, nuh-uh: one look at the people standing in line for tickets—most of whom probably intended to see anything but The Big Short—and we turned and fled.
This was going to be a bit of a leisure treat before David leaves tomorrow (rise and shine and hit the road by 4 a.m.) for Key West. But it'll wait. Because we can wait. We have the luxury of being able to go to the movies any damn time we please. More or less. No 8-to-5 tyranny for us—or it's a tyranny with a small T, anyway. Which is nice.
I did snap a photo at the mall that I liked. And another before that, on our quick dog-walk around the Frog Pond—quick because we had to dash off to the movie. Best-laid plans . . .