There is one thing my wife is never late for: movies. She is convinced there will be traffic, no place to park, and it will be sold out. None of this is ever true, yet we leave early and end up sitting in a totally empty theater, with a huge bag of popcorn, looking at commercials for 20 minutes, waiting for the previews — which Mary Ellen loves.
I hate previews. I can’t give you one logical explanation why. I dislike them so much that I sometimes sneak into a different movie and watch for a few minutes while I wait for our film to begin. Mary Ellen thinks that’s like a preview. Sorry, not the same.
This past week, my wife and son wanted to see “The Hobbit” at 5 p.m. At 4 p.m., Mary Ellen announced she and Brett were leaving early to ensure they got a good seat, but I wasn’t falling for it.