The secret is out

I hit about 45 hours without sleep right around the time the sun was rising this morning before I finally zonked out completely.  Many would ask why...  but honestly I couldn't give you a valid reason.  True, I spent most of the time writing, but it wasn't like I was filled with any kind of driving inspiration (this time).  I just didn't feel like sleeping.

Unfortunately, in my weakened state I let slip a terrible secret and I figured I should just get it out in the open now.  It's my job to be the asshole at the movie theatre who won't let people bring in outside food.  A tragic fate, but I accept it and refuse to be ashamed of it.

Really, as long as people are discreet (ie, I can't see it) I don't really care.  I'm not about to start frisking everyone, though if you come in from 80 degree weather with your jacket zipped up and bulging in strange places I might stop you.  It's those people who walk in practically waving around their Starbucks or McDonalds cup in plain sight as if to say, 'Just you try and stop me.'

Personally I don't think it's particularly fair either, and I've smuggled more than a little contraband into other theatres too (though I don't hold it in plain sight and raise hell when they stop me).  But hey, it's my job and I'm gonna do it.