Three bored college girls on a Friday night.
The $1.50 theater.
200 ancient and dusty mustard upholstered seats.
Decision that the concessions stand should sell gas masks for the indistinguishable odors.
Numerous couples making out in the back row.
Distinct feeling of being contaminated by hundreds of germs.
Uncontrollable laughter on the way home in restrospect.
The $7.00 theater is suddenly affordable after all.