Who holds your movie tickets when you’re out with friends or family? Are you the alpha male/female who always takes control and quietly places those flimsy bits of paper into your wallet/purse safe in the knowledge you will not misplace them? Or are you the wishy-washy scatterbrain who nervously requests someone else hold onto the goods?
I used to be scatterbrain, in many ways I still am. My eldest sister used to be the alpha female but I can sense she’s had enough. Far too often I find its now me in charge of The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest and I’m scared.
Its fine when you’re dealing with $40 dollars worth of cinema tickets but this week over $200 dollars worth of Foo Fighters tickets arrived in the letterbox and I have to remember where these are for the next THREE MONTHS! I’m often walking around my own home, room to room, wondering where the hell I’m going or what I was looking for so this is an exercise in torture.
Mr.Savage tells me he is “happy” to be the ticket holder. I asked whether he was ever concerned about losing movie tickets and he simply replied, “I’d just go back and get some more”. Too easy. I can only aspire to be like this. I think it will always be in my nature to be rummaging through twenty random pieces of paper in the cinema queue looking for tickets I fear I dropped whilst deciding between boysenberry or mint.