Last night, Amanda, Max and I went to see Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs. It was a funny movie, but funnier was the guy I met at the concession stand.
He was very thin and dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt and a black vest. He looked a lot like an older Gilligan with bushy eyebrows that stood out about an inch and a half from his his forehead. He sidled up to the concession stand and peered into the candy display.

“You got any.. uh… lemondrops or gumballs?” The teenager eyed him quizzically from behind the counter. “Any lemondrops?”

“Uh… no.” The teen looked around. “Mostly like whoppers and stuff.”

The man pointed at a bag. “What about that?”

“Those is gummi bears”

“What’s that?”

“You know like… gummi”

“So they’re gumballs?”

“No, like they’re … gummi bears.”

The man furrowed his considerable brow. He squinted and pushed his face to the glass.

“Licorice?”

“No.”

“You know, I’ll… I’ll see what my lady friend wants…” He said as he backed nervously away from the counter.