so one day while i was at work, at the movie theater, i was walking towards the door behind the snack bar. i think i was going to get some fruit punch. i looked over towards the door to the lobby to see if any customers were coming. i didn't see any so continued to make my way to that young flashin' fruit punch. i glanced over once more and to my surprise there was someone there. but i was looking down at the floor. at a baby
this baby was crawling towards the door like it was going to open it and buy a ticket for a movie. what's wrong with that? i didn't see anyone else outside the theater doors though, just a baby. no parents, no wild dogs, no nobody. who was taking care of this kid? he just kept crawling towards the door. now, this seemed more interesting than fruit drank so i stopped to watch what would happen next. the baby just kept getting closer and closer to the door until he just pressed his face against the glass. now normally i have problems with kids pressing their faces against the glass because it leaves marks, but for some reason i didn't have a problem with a small baby crawling into the glass door. this had started to get interesting so i decided to call Missy downstairs so she could see it. i think she also enjoys babies.
after a while of the baby just pressing its lil face against the glass door he decided he could not force himself through the glass and apparently gave up. he slowly turned around and i assumed he was crawling back to his car in the parking lot. as he crawled back to babyland the baby slipped, and his arms and legs came out from underneath him. he laid there spread out like he was a paralyzed tile angel. i can only assume that this was extremely embarrassing for the baby because he just laid there for a long time. not moving. now i probably should have been concerned for the baby. but i wasn't. i was really more concerned that while he was kissing the glass someone wouldn't notice him through the door and walk out of the theater, launching the baby violently down the mall corridor. but i really wasn't' worried about the baby laying motionless on the floor.
soon, he reluctantly pulled himself off the floor. the only way a baby knows how to, by raising his butt up in the air first, and holding it there until he could get his arms and legs underneath him. after making it all the way to the theater, realizing he couldn't open the door, smashing his face into the glass, sadly turning to go home, and collapsing in a pride-shattering fall, i would have to assume this baby was tired as hell and just wanted to go home and nap. and that was the last i saw of that baby. just then Missy walked into the snack bar and i had to retell the story. one that would go down in infamy. now i didn't add any pics to the story because i thought i described it pretty well and you get the idea.
your welcome isaac. now for some midweak fun.
i found these online. if the posters described the movie... enjoy click for larger image















