I wasn’t in the know

Yesterday, Der Bingle mentioned that “Knowing” with Nicholas Cage was at the local theater – he’d seen the marquis while driving down Main Street. I was having a drowsy attack but immediately started thinking about putting my head in cold water and going. Then it came out that some animated whatever movie about aliens and monsters was also playing and Summer wanted her grandpa to take her to that.  So they went . . . and phoned me from the lobby. But, I missed that call; I got the text message, though, that informed me they were going to see “Knowing” after all.

Ack! I tried to call back but they were already in the theater with phones turned off. So I did the text thing: It was something along the lines of  being butt heads and I hoped snakes got under the seats and ate their popcorned butts.