This is turning out into quite the week. #superbusy #quitefun #wellletsnotexaggerate #valletta #sodifferenttosliema #loveit #capitalcity #itslikeadifferentworldentirely #itslikeanadventure #iamsuchachild (at Valletta, Malta)
*Just a warning, this is quite a long post, and you probably don't want to read my detailed, slightly exaggerated story of my day. I started writing about my day, and I got a little carried away in my writing. However, this is all true, and I tried my best to describe my exact feelings over the course of that 15 minutes. My advice for you is to hit the back button, and continue scrolling. But you don't have to listen to me, and if you're still intrigued, read on.*
I had quite the day today. Listen closely, because this is a story of friendship.
Now that I have my emotions under control, let's start from the very beginning. Today, I was going to catch the ever-so-symbolic-in-my-life-currently movie, Monsters University, with my lovely group of friends. As usual, I was running a little late, and I was quickly losing patience, as this has been a movie I've wanted to see even before the trailers came out.
I eventually arrived at the movie theater, and quickly walked up to the ticket booth to retrieve my coveted ticket.
"One ticket for Monsters University, at 10:45, please," I said, already 15 minutes late for the movie. I handed my credit card to the man behind the counter, and he swiped my card, and delivered it back to me.
Pause.
"Oh, I'm sorry, may I see that card again?" He asked. Probably a mess up in the system. It always happen.
We repeated the process. I handed my card over to him. He swiped the card. Nope. It didn't work. He checked my card. "Oh, ma'am, I'm sorry, but it looks like your card has expired today."
I glanced at the card. "EXPIRE: 6/13" Oops. My facial expression must've given me away, as I was devastated by the events that have occurred that day. "I might have cash--" I checked my wallet. Nope. Only $2, not quite enough to get that many of shades of gray ticket that has caused me so much grief. "Oh, nevermind." I turned around and walked away, passing the rather large and growing line behind me. I kept my eyes focused on the ground, utterly embarrassed and unable to bring myself to look at the strangers who were staring at me. I was taking the walk of shame, and all I wanted to do was cry. But I sucked up my tears back into my eyes, and stared out the large entrance windows. I watched the people walk past the theater, trying to figure out what I was going to do next. I called my mom. The tears came, unwillingly. I tried to focus on a bench, to prevent my eyes from watering. Today was just not my day, and I was ready to just head home.
"Excuse me, ma'am."
I turned around to see one of the movie theater's workers. A rather attractive one, at that. Oh no, he's going to kick me out.
"Uhm, someone payed for your movie. Don't worry, you'll be fine."
And that did it. Those words made my day. My emotions were overflowing, and I've lost complete control of them. If you've ever cried before, you understand that once the waterfall begins, it doesn't stop. I was overjoyed, upset, confused, stressed, and most of all, embarrassed, and at the time, I had no words for this dedicated worker just doing his job. All I could do was sob like a fool.
"Hey, hey, it's going to be okay! You got a free movie! Do you want to talk about it? I'm all ears. I'm here for you." This guy here. He kept trying to comfort me. Whymustyoubesoniceandadorable,Idon'tdeservetobeinyourpresence.Whoareyou.
What could I tell him, anyways? It's not like I have time to tell him my life story. I had a movie to catch. All I could tell him was that I had a long, stressful, bad week.
"Hey, it's totally fine. We have good days, we have bad days. Good weeks, and bad weeks." WHY. WHY MUST YOU BE SO ADORABLE. YOU CAN'T BE REAL. THIS ISN'T REALLY HAPPENING.
And all I could do was stare at him, and attempt to smile like a dork.
"Here," he pulled out a piece of napkin-like towel-cloth thing and handed it to me. "It's going to get better. I want you to feel better. Seeing you like this is going to make me cry. Now just take deep breaths."
"See? You're with friends. Nothing to be upset about!"
He walked me over to the theater room. "Hey, my name's Caleb, and if you ever need anything, concessions, customer service, or just someone to talk to, I'm here for you. Not as an AMC worker, but as a friend."
"Thank you so much." And I really meant it.
I walked into the theater room, and enjoyed one heck of a good movie.
And this, my friends, is how I made a new friend that day.
My friends said that I have the best life ever. And I agree. This is definitely one of the best things someone, a stranger, has done for me. After, of course, having my car keys returned to me, which is a story for another time.
.sen.
PS- If you read through all of this, I applaud you. I'm actually sorry for you; you must have a lot of time on your hands or are really bored to have gone through this whole thing. I guess a part of me wants people to spend the time, or else I wouldn't publish this publicly. Thanks for investing your time that you will never get back to reading my tale.
