Most of the recent car problems went away when I added a quart of transmission fluid to the mix.
Transmission fluid is BLOOD RED. It looks like stage blood from a low-end horror flick.
Transmission fluid costs money.
But I have a *lot* of stage blood in my closet.
Went to discount theater.
Price of bag of popcorn, the "Large," $4.75.
This was the size of a bag of microwave popcorn, and not quite as fresh.
There *was* a Jumbo Tub, the "eat popcorn until you SWEAT ARTIFICIAL BUTTER" size. Which is what I wanted, oh yes. Grease me up. Slather more oil on that tub than they put on Brad Pitt in "Troy."
It was $5.75, and only for sale if you bought two $2.50 sodas. It wasn't even listed on the Size Chart.
I'm not sure why this affected me so profoundly. $5.75 is an acceptable price, by movie theater standards. But that I couldn't purchase it without two massively overpriced sodas, which I don't really consider part of the theater "experience." I want an itemized reciept. Actually, at those prices, I want sexual favors, or at least a copy of the take-home game. Or proof that part of the price went to the Betty Ford Home for Over-the-Top Furries.
I do want my popcorn prices understandable, though. That seems fair.