Setting: The 1:10 veiwing of Hustle and Flow. About 12 people in the theater, me and my companion are the only ones there in our demographic (i.e., young and black).
a few more people trickle in – the theater’s still pretty empty.
A sista comes into my row, closer, closer, now into my personal space, then leans over with a whispered query:
“What movie is this?”
“Hustle and Flow,” I respond.
“You might want to check your ticket, too many other people in here for that,” she informed me. or something to that effect. and then she left just as quickly as she came, shuffling off in the darkness to her seat.
What was her major malfunction?
WoW. She rolled out. That is crazy. Still I’m laughing against my will.