Tonight we went to see Moon, a fantastic movie I highly recommend to the thinking science fiction fan.
We saw it at the AMC Yonge and Dundas, and because we’re “members” we were each rewarded with a small popcorn.
The popcorn at AMC is a little dangerous, because they put you in control of the “golden topping” dispenser. I finally got my head around the proper dispensing ratios of topping, but my only complaint was that the popcorn didn’t seem to be salty enough. Now sure, I don’t really need more salt in my life, but if you’re having movie theatre popcorn, you want some salt.
That’s when I noticed, as I trickled the topping, that there was a salt shaker next to the popcorn!
And that’s where I made my fatal flaw.
Because the salt shaker was shaped like the stuff that we all like to call “shakey stuff” like nacho cheese or ketchup, I ended up treating it like that - namely piling it on like I was trying to coat each and every kernal like a cheetos puff
Thing is …. you really shouldn’t pile salt on like that.
I tried shaking it off in the theatre. I tried blowing it off (literally). I even tried turning the bag upside down and blocking the top and sort of shaking it like I was panning for gold, no dice.
No, I just ate salty popcorn until my insides were pickled. I don’t feel so good right now, but I have no one to blame except myself (and AMC for their crazy free-running salt shaker).