Sitting in the theater, waiting for Thor to start, my daughter (14yrs) is writhing and squirming in her seat and musing about the various distractions on the screen. She, not knowing the full measure of the bliss, patience can bring, is being tortured by each passing minute. In an attempt to ease her suffering, she decides that a quick nap will give her the relief she can't find in nearly devouring the contents of her popcorn bag.
So in a theater filled with fanboys, curious NYC literati, and budget concious single parents, I sit, gleefully waiting for one of my comic book heroes to come to life, smooch Natalie Portman, and kick some booty. Life at times is quite good.
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