My earliest memory of going to the movies was when I was five years old. My sister and I were being babysat during a hot Houston summer. To break from the daily routine of playing Barbie’s, our sitter decided to take us to see Ghostbusters. I remember her calling my mom at work to make sure it was ok for my sister and me to watch a PG movie. I was a mute Kindergartener who sucked my thumb insistently and my sister was a very grown up 3rd grader who had perfected the art of running commentary. So watching a laugh out loud comedy with early 1980’s movie animation was going to do little to bend our formative minds.
We were excited about the idea of not only going to the movies but just going somewhere without our parents. In our little minds we had reached “big girl” status. Our mom agreed that we could go and requested that we stay close to the sitter. I don’t remember the movie from start to finish but I do remember experiencing cinema magic that day. From the moment we walked into the lobby of the theater, I felt like I was somewhere special. Everything was new to my five year old senses. I loved the sensation of fantasy all round me. Ever since that moment I’ve been a big fan of going to the movies.
Due to my current life status (single), I have made the decision to “date-myself”. Meaning, on a weekly or bi-weekly basis, I choose to treat myself to dinner, a movie, or some special kind of outing. Until the man of my dreams manifest, I am not going to deprive myself of the treatment owning to a fabulous young lady which makes her feel like “she’s the only girl in the world”. This past Saturday I decided to treat myself to an afternoon movie. I wanted to see the fifth installment of the Fast & Furious franchise and a late afternoon showing seemed to fit in my schedule perfectly.
The closest theater to my home is AMC Cinemas at the Irving Mall. The Irving Mall is aesthetically challenged, to say the least, and has the reputation of being a mall for “troubled youth”. Nonetheless, the movie theater is clean and the staff refreshingly friendly. I pulled into the mall parking lot by the East entrance next to SEARS. The parking lot was crowded and all the good spaces were few and far between. I finally settled on a parking spot, locked my doors, and walked to the entrance. As I moved towards the front a cop stood outside his car and leaned against the door. As I got closer I noticed his stance hadn’t changed. The presence of the police at the Irving Mall was not a new sight, so I was not under any new alert. As I approached the end of the row of parked cars a lady to my left called out to me. “Hey, those cops have their weapons drawn on someone. I won’t go over there if I were you, “she said. “Oh my lord!” I shouted and turned around in a confused circle. “Thank you”, I said back to her. As I stepped away, walking forward but my head turned behind me to watch all the commotion, I started to panic. As I approached my car I saw family after family locking their cars and heading towards the crime scene. I waved and motioned to them. “Don’t go over there! The police are holding someone at gun point.” I said with a shaking voice. My heart raced as I heard the sound of more sirens approach the scene. As I warned others I failed to realize that I was making gun signs with my hands. From a distance I am sure it looked like I am threatening people. But the Irving Mall is a multilingual place and I figured the hand signal for a gun was pretty universal. As I scrabbled to open my car door crazy thoughts raced through my head. “OMG! What if they start shooting? I really don’t want to see dead bodies. I hope I don’t get shot in the face! Oh my god, what if I get shot in the face! That last face transplant surgery was a total disaster. Let me get out of here!”
As I exited the mall parking lot and re-entered the main intersection, I could still see the same cops with their guns steady drawn. Double the amount of police cars had swarmed the entrance. As I sat at the light I started to think to myself, “Ratz! I really wanted to see that movie. Stupid criminals are ruining my life!” Then suddenly I remembered, this is Texas, everyone has a gun! And if I leave the mall then the criminals win. I decided to drive a few feet and return to the mall but this time I would park by the Barnes & Noble. I figured the crooks won’t start shooting outside of a bookstore. They’re not really that into books anyways. I found a “secure” parking space and quickly ran to the doors of the B &N. Before I headed inside, I took another quick peek at the stand-off still in progress several feet away. All I could make out were flashing police lights and cops scattered. I let out a sigh of relief and strolled through the double doors. The smell of Starbucks coffee smacked me in the face. As I walked through the bookstore I looked at people’s faces. They had no clue as to the violent showdown happening outside in the parking lot.
I finally made it to the movie box office to buy my ticket. “One for FAST FIVE at 2:30 please”, finally my afternoon was back on track. Although I tried to act normal I still felt a little shell shocked. The thought that I had just avoided walking into gunfire still had me a little shaken. As the movie clerk handed me my ticket I couldn’t resist telling him what just happened. “The police have somebody at gun point right outside the mall by SEARS. It’s so gangster!” I blurted into the box office speaker. I needed to share the experience with someone so that I could calm down. The two movie employees and others standing in line directed their attention to me. “What happened?” someone in line insisted I recap the ordeal. I told the story acting out the role of the cop with my “gun” drawn. As I recounted the situation I felt a rush of adrenaline. Hearing my own words tell the story made me even more nervous. My audience of movie goers and box office clerks were in shock. I ended the story by saying, “But hey, this is the Irving Mall. Who doesn’t have a concealed weapon on them?”
As I sat alone in the dark theater and munched on my small popcorn, I started to laugh to myself. What a bunch of crazy drama. And people are afraid to travel to Mexico? I was happy I didn’t abandon my movie plans altogether. It was clear though, I prefer action sequences be played out on the big screen and not in real life.