On Sunday, my sister and I were talking about the movie screening Wes and I went to (it was Harry Potter, by the way), and she mentioned that she and her husband hadn't been to a movie in the theater for years. The main reason, she disclaimed, was because it was so far to the theater from their house -- 30 minutes from Pooler into Savannah -- and so she would only go if she knew the movie was going to be worth it. "We may sound like country bumpkins'," she said, "but we have to go all the way into town to go the movie."
So I decided to make it worth her while. I sent Laura and Reid a gift certificate to their preferred theater so she could go see a new movie coming out from Nicholas Sparks that she'd mentioned. Then this morning I got a message from a relative I didn't even know I had -- someone with a serious hillbilly/mountain accent -- letting me know that this weekend, she and her man would be getting all gussied up, hitching up their best horse, and riding "into town" to take a gander at this newfangled cinema doohickie.
I've never laughed so hard at the bus stop.
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