Rats at the Movies!

I went to go see a movie at the Uptown last night; the theater was pretty empty-ish, so it was quiet, with one exception: the mice or rats or whatever that were crawling under the seats, chomping away at the popcorn on the floor.

I couldn't hear them at all, but apparently it was driving J and K crazy enough to complain about it... the nice movie lady gave us free tickets -- on account of the popcorn-eating rats -- but still, come on. I think it's just something mystical about K, Beastmaster, that brings the rats and ostriches and popcorn-eating mice around. OK, yeah, that's my story. Wasn't that great? Should I tell it again?