Spitball Army

So, today, on a day off from work, and still needing to avoid sunlight due to last Friday’s PDT (photo-dynamic therapy – I think that’s the translation – for that skin stuff), I decide to take in an 11 A.M. movie. It wasn’t hard to understand why I was the only person in the theater, being a Wednesday morning, but just as the film starts, a fellow comes in and sits in the second row. No problem, I’m all about sharing. Then halfway through this latest Captain America adventure, Second Row Guy whips out his phone and sends a text. Then he does it again. And again. Man, that’s distracting, even when the movie’s a pulp fest. So I pull out my phone (no one behind me, of course) and download one of those flashlight apps I see people use. As if on cue, my soon-to-be victim starts texting. For the last time during that movie, I might add. It was an illuminating experience for both of us.