Thanksgiving Vignettes From PJ Cinema

It is Black Friday . Now, everyone thinks that people go shopping on Black Friday. Not true. They, in fact, all go to the movies. Of course, this is somewhat a self-fulfilled prophesy courtesy of the distributors who release some of their best product during the Thanksgiving Break.

Anyway, almost every movie sold out for the 3:45 p.m. shows. It was rather exhausting getting everyone served and seated, and things were finally winding down. About twenty minutes into the show this guy walks in and approaches the box office with his three kids. They stop and take in the aftermath. The staff is sweeping, cleaning, popping, and doing all the myriad activities necessary to get the place cleaned up.

PJ calls over to the gentleman and inquires, "Can I help you folks?"

"Nope," is his reply. "I was just checking to see what time the 7:00 show starts."

This we thought was funny. Could Yogi have said it any better?

As an aside, have you noticed that for the past several years there has been no school on the Wednesday prior to Thanksgiving. This used-to-be school day has now been dubbed "Gray Wednesday" by PJ. Not quite black, but very busy nevertheless.

And while we're on the subject PJ just recently heard a new Yogi story: It seems that when Yogi was managing back in the 70's, a game was interrupted by a streaker, you know, one of those individuals who usually on a bet, runs bear naked across the playing field. After the game at the manager's press briefing, Yogi was asked if the streaker was a man or a woman.

"I couldn't tell," he replied, "he wasn't wearing any clothes."

True.

And now the nice story.

Sometime during the past summer, a woman approached PJ and asked if he would be willing to suspend carrying and selling any concession products containing peanuts. PJ looked into the eyes of her adorable daughter and told her that he would think about it and let her know after her movie ended. She thanked him and went into the theater.

PJ then walked over to the concession stand and looked into the eyes of those Reeses peanut butter cups, rare treats combing the joys of sugar, chocolate, peanut butter, and saltiness. Of course, to a lesser degree, there were Goobers and butterfingers. On one shoulder was a lovely little girl. On the other a delectable treat.  No contest.

PJ just received this note the day after Thanksgiving:

Dear Phil,

I am the mother of the severe food allergy daughter. She is six years old and has to be home schooled with a tutor since the doctors won't give her a medical clearance.  Thanks to your kindness and compassion, taking all peanuts out of your theater gives her the blessing and freedom to have some normalcy.

God bless you.

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Nice, huh?