Mate and I went to see Insurgent on Friday night with my friend. This evening, as he was telling Chicken about it, he said, "Yeah-- the theater was depressing. Three old people and a theater full of teenaged girls with a few dates hoping to get lucky."
Then Chicken faced enlightenment.
"Oh--was Auntie Wendy with you?"
Mate nodded glumly. "Yup."
Well, at least she didn't jump to the immediate conclusion that we were the old people… that was nice, right?