It was the day after Thanksgiving, and my Brother and I were taking our Dad out to see a movie. The movie was “Napoleon.”
Bridge Street Town Centre in Madison, Alabama, is the place we headed.
Upon entering “Bridge Street Town Centre,” I noticed nothing but cars. Cars and people. Lots and lots of people. The place was packed.
“Why are so many people here?” I asked.
That’s when I learned that it was, …Black Friday.
I didn’t remember that the Friday after Thanksgiving was “Black Friday.” It’s the biggest shopping day of the year.
“How could I have forgotten about ‘Black Friday?'” I mumbled.
After experiencing Black Friday during my days working at the “Mart” store, I should have remembered. Those were the worst days of the year to have to work.
Everyone had to be on board for “Black Friday.”
Fights between women would break out.
And, there would be blood.
And now I was out shopping on “Black Friday.”
Before arriving, we had seen Protesters with signs that read, “Bloody Black Friday.”
That should have tipped me off. I felt dumb for not putting that together.
My brother dropped Dad and me off so we could head to the movie theater.
This movie theater is “Top Notch.”
Complete with a Restaurant, Bar, two floors, Recliners that allow you to lean back and put your feet up, and servers that bring food to your seat.
We ate at the Restaurant before going to find our seats.
At our seats, I decided to go to the restroom before the movie began.
I push the tray out of my way, un-recline my seat, and head to the restroom.
While out, I decided to get a bag of Popcorn. We had purchased Age 21 and Over tickets for the theater on the second floor. Yes, you must be over 21 to get tickets for the upstairs theaters. You can get alcohol on the second floor. And you get Popcorn for free with those tickets.
I didn’t drink but wanted to sit upstairs in the balcony section to watch.
I had never seen a movie from the balcony section.
While in line, I see my brother and Dad walking out of the theater.
They looked like two dogs who had just gotten in trouble with their master. Almost like they had their tail between their legs and looking down at the floor.
I asked what was wrong.
“We were in the wrong theater. Our theater is that one over there,” my brother says while pointing at the other theater.
I asked if the owners of our seats had shown up, and my brother said they had.
“Did y’all get into an argument about whose seats they belonged to?” I asked.
“No. He showed me his tickets and the theater they were supposed to be in. I looked at our tickets, which were for the right seats but the wrong theater.” —I laughed.
I told them they looked like dogs who had just gotten scolded when they walked out of the theater, and I laughed some more.
We find our theater and seats. I snap a few pictures, and we settle in to watch “Napoleon.”
I enjoy learning about history, and the movie shows much of Napoleon’s life.
It does have some “Adult Themes.”
That said, the movie was really good.
And, due to the fact that I’ve now gone over 500 words in this Journal Entry, I’m going to cut this short.
I have much more to tell about “Bridge Street Town Centre,” and maybe I’ll get to write more on that subject later.
For now, though, I’ll end this Entry with this: The Christmas Season has Officially Begun.
