Every now and then I find myself in a town with about 2,000 people.
I love towns like that.
This was such a night, and I saw Meg 2 at the only cinema in town, the one that had four rows of 12 seats.
I bought my ticket through a pane of glass, because their website was down.
After I entered the lobby, red paper ticket in hand, the cashier who sold it to me led me to those rollers with hot dogs, then sold me some nachos and a Pepsi.
I watched the movie with a family of three: Mom, Dad, and their young son, maybe six years old.
We had a wonderful time.
I did not love the movie, but I trust Statham to put the kibosh on the baddies and the big ol' shark (like last time), which he did again here.
It was a memorable adventure on slow Sunday night in a small mountain town, and one I won't forget anytime soon.
Ain't life grand?
It's good to be alive.
