Y’all I’m waxing philosophical today.
I’m seeing Love Simon in 20 minutes. This is an impromptu decision so I’ve got my big ole bag with me. I’ve chosen not to leave it in the car. I thought they’d check me cuz this theater does that.
The grandma in front on me had to remove items and show her stuff. Me? Well I walked on through. Guy laughed when I started to open my bag. He said you’re fine. Come on in.
I guess I am fine but how’d he know that? I’m privileged. So now what?
Makes me feel awful and super guilty. I’ve gotta make some changes. That’s all.
As always more to come.