08.11.09

Today I went to the movie in the park to see Psycho with some friends. The place was unexpectedly packed, so we sat near the back close to a path outlining the perimeters of the park. On the opposite side of this path was a middle-aged man, seated on a rare cement bench. These benches have the advantage of placing those seated at a height and distance ideal for viewing the movie, with the disadvantage of the heavy path-traffic occasionally obstructing this view. This particular man wanted all the goods, with none of the drawbacks. Whenever anyone passed he would yell, “Please, PLEASE get out of my way!” in an incredibly fervent, pleading kind of tone. This was really the only major interruption to the movie, outside of one man who, for a good couple of minutes while searching for his friend, shouted, “LARRY? I CAN HEAR YOU, BUT I CAN’T SEE YOU! CAN YOU SEE ME, LARRY?” until the crowd’s shushes became too loud to ignore.