Esoteric Bowl

My parents had plans for the evening, so instead of leaving an older brother and I at home alone, they offered to drop us off at the theater so that we could catch a movie. We excitedly agreed, and soon we were all headed towards the theater. As we got out of the car in front of the theater, Dad gave my brother a ten dollar bill and told him that it was for both of us to have popcorn and soda.

After getting our movie tickets and walking into the lobby, I assumed that we would be making a detour towards the snack-bar because that’s what we had always done in the past. But this time my brother said he wanted to get his seat first. Seeing how he had the money, I followed him into the theater and we quickly found our seats.

Once we sat down, I looked to my brother and said, “Lets go get our popcorn and soda.”
“If you want popcorn, you’ve got to go buy mine too,” he said.
“No way, get up and buy your own!”
“If I have to get up and buy my own, then I’m not paying for yours.”
“Dad said that money was for both of us,” I reminded him.
“So.”
There was no time to pout and no time to argue as the movie would be starting any minute. I grudgingly agreed to buy his popcorn and soda.

As I stood in the snack-bar line, I could hear the sound of the previews coming from inside the theater. Doggone it, we should have just bought the popcorn when we first came in. Now I was going to miss the start of the movie. I ordered two popcorn’s and two sodas, paid the clerk, and carried everything over to the little table where the straws and napkins are located. I grabbed two straws and a handful of napkins and put them inside the box. I grabbed the salt shaker and lightly salted both servings of popcorn.

It was then that I was struck with a thought of vengeance, a way of getting back at my brother for acting like the big boss just because he had the money. I grabbed one kernel of his popcorn and doused it with salt; lots and lots of salt, then placed the kernel back in the container. I walked into the darkened theater and found my seat and handed my brother his popcorn and soda.

I faced forward towards the movie screen, but slyly watched from the side of my eye as my brother began eating his popcorn. With each kernel that he put into his mouth, I waited in anticipation for his reaction. Suddenly his face contorted and his tongue uncontrollably stuck out. He quickly grabbed his soda and sucked and sucked on the straw to wash the saltiness from his mouth. His facial expression had me laughing on the inside, but I did my best to keep a straight face. Still, he somehow knew that I was responsible. He calmly turned in my direction and whispered the f-word at me. It’s often said that revenge is sweet, but sometimes it can be salty.

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