Trouble at the Movies

I was down at the coffee house earlier when I overheard Mrs. Myrtle, our town’s resident old-as-the-hills maid telling her friends about her recent experience at the movies. Mrs. Myrtle had gone to see Courageous but it was sold out and she had to go with her second choice, which ended up being some kind of science fiction something or other. Mrs. Myrtle isn’t into Sci-Fi, but that’s okay. As it turned out she didn’t see much of the show.

Mrs. Myrtle had barely sat down with her popcorn and coke when a man, who looked to be about ten years her junior, slid into the seat beside her. He exchanged polite greetings and settle in for the movie. Mrs. Myrtle told the ladies that a few minutes later the man brushed his hand against hers and held it there a second before he said, “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no problem,” Mrs. Myrtle said warmly.

Then, a couple minutes later he seemed to lean closer in towards her seat—his shoulder pressing into hers. One very flustered Mrs. Myrtle cleared her throat.

“Excuse me,” the man said, “But has anyone ever told you how much you look like the great Katherine Hepburn?” And with that the man started kissing Mrs. Myrtle’s hand, right there in the dark theatre! Then, faster than quick, he grabbed her purse and took off!

The ladies at Mrs. Myrtle’s table went ballistic over that development. “Why, Myrtle!” Mrs.

Anna exclaimed, “Why didn’t you call for the manager when he was doing all of that leaning
and kissing and carrying on?”

Mrs. Myrtle responded to that question with a big snort. “Because, silly, at that time I didn’t know it was purse he was after!”

~Shellie