so i am at the movie theater buying tickets for the spirit of the marathon. i say – two tickets to spirit of the marathon please. she looks at me. blankly. so i take this vapid look to mean she has no idea what i am talking about. so i explain, i'm here early. the movie doesn't start till thursday at 7:30 its one of those one night only gigs, they sold out last time. then i think to myself shouldn't you know this? i mean, you are the one working here - selling tickets to said one night only movie. but i refrain from going what my husband calls all new york sassy on her, cause i've now lived in the south long enough to learn that it doesn't really get me anywhere. so instead, i'm nice. and chatty. and this is a huge feat in itself seeing as i have only run 5 miles in the past week. she's looking it up in the computer and finds it. then she announces "the tickets are ten dollars?" and looks at me with a look that i take to mean, are you sure you want to pay ten dollars? and i want to say, i wouldn't be here four damn days before the movie even starts to buy tickets if i didn't really want them. but instead say, "yes, that's fine. two tickets please."
and then my favorite part – she says,
"spirit of the marathon? what's that about?"