"YOU WANNA GO FOR A SPIN?"

We had run out of popcorn. Not the microwave kind. We had plenty of those 100 calorie packs in the cupboard. Actually, we don't have a cupboard. Just cabinet shelves. But we still had some of those packs. But, as you know, if you're not real careful you can burn it and there's nothing worse than the lingering odor of burnt microwave popcorn. Again, a disclaimer. I guess there's lots of worse stuff, but you see what I mean.

We thought of going to the movies and buying a nice $10 bag, but declined. The last movie we saw was so bad it bordered on pornography so I'm not even telling you the title. But don't bother with a Gere recent movie with Wesley in it. Ok, no more clues. And we really didn't think of going to that length for popcorn, but we used to love movies, and there's not much out there anymore for our tastes.

So we headed to Trader Joe's for a pack( actually we bought half a dozen) of already popped low something I'm sure popcorn for $1.19. It would last us one evening. A friend of mine concerned for my mortality told me of a woman he had heard about that died because she ate popcorn everyday. So now I avoid movies and my daily staff of life. But I come very close to eating popcorn every single day. I live on the edge.

At the store we encountered a cougar. One in her upper eighties who asked a younger guy, probably pushing 80 himself if he would like to go for a spin. For younger readers that meant go for a ride in her car. He, hard of hearing or a good actor, ignored her. She acted disappointed but determined. "There aren't as many men my age anymore," she exclaimed. I just smiled.

Maybe had she asked him to a movie and offered popcorn. Who knows?