How to be an everyday hero.

Today I went to see a matinee show The Help with my life-friend Patricia and her mother, Debby. I read the book and LOVED it, so I’ve been waiting anxiously to see the movie. We got to the theater at about 12:50 and shortly after choosing our seats, Patricia commented that I was the “youngest person in the room,” which I realized was absolutely true. We were surrounded by dozens of women, the majority of them senior citizens. IT WAS SO CUTE -little ladies out with their “girlfriends” to see this movie.

The previews (or so we thought) started, and about 2 seconds into the first one, I realized it was for a Harry Potter movie. After a little dialogue between Patricia and I that went something like this: (“Why are they showing a Harry Potter trailer? Yeah…that came out a month ago, blah blah”), I realized that they were not showing a Harry Potter trailer, but that the wrong movie was playing and we were watching the first few minutes of Harry Potter 7.2.

I love some Harry Potter, but fearing that once the ladies realized what was happening we would have an angry mob of senior citizens on our hands, I decided to handle the situation. I think I probably said something dramatic like, “I’ll not stand for this,” and I walked down the stairs to find someone who worked at the theater. I heard a few confused comments…”Effie, I believe that’s Harry Potter?” etc. I assured the confused ladies that “I would find someone to fix it,” but they just looked confused.

I ran down the hallway to inform the manager of what was happening, and he assured me he would fix it right away. When I re-entered the theater, I said, “They’re going to come fix it,” and people began clapping and cheering and saying, “Oh, thank you sweetheart.” It took them about 5 minutes to start the correct movie, so while Harry Potter continued to roll Patricia and I had a good time trying (pretty successfully) to get the crowd to jeer at the screen. “We want The Help!” “Boo Harry Potter!” “Yeah!” and eventually people were just yelling, “HELP!” which made me nervous because everyone was so old and I was hoping no one really needed help.

The movie was good, and so was the company. But as always, the book was better.


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