It’s time for my Freaky, Funny Friday post. You might consider this another true confession on my part. For some reason, my life tends to create funny situations without my even trying. The following is a story along with a poem that came to be after we attended the screening of “Lincoln,” with three grandkids. Those seats in the theatres today are like begging us to take a nap. The smells wafting from the snack bar, also turn the senses up to the max. I opted for some Mentos chocolate. I love movie theatre popcorn too but wanted to change things up a bit that day. That and the fact that my dentures don’t like popcorn much. Those factored into my dozing off during this highly powerful story of war, power, politics and tragedy.

It took about five minutes for the credits to roll across the screen. I recall seeing a few scenes of the Civil War taking place and bodies of the fallen lining the streets of some Southern town. Cannons boomed, guns fired, men screamed in pain and the screen exploded into mass chaos as I nodded off to dreamland. Not sure if it was the heated recliner or the fact that I was exhausted. Somehow, something triggered my immediate slumber. I may have woken up for a few of the scenes with Mary Todd Lincoln. Loved the costuming and the reality of the characters coming to life for just a moment. Then it was off to the neverland again.

When I finally woke from my slumber, I realized that I had slept during most of the movie. My grandchildren were quick to remind me. I put on my orange jacket and was ready to step out of the theatre. but realized that the box of Mentos had melted and was stuck to my jacket. The chocolate had created interesting little features on my coat. I looked like a Jack-o-lantern, with squished chocolate blobs all over. I didn’t feel too bad about missing the movie, but I sure wished I hadn’t fallen asleep on my Mentos.

I once went to a picture show,

With popcorn, treats and drink in tow,

Reclined in leather seat was I,

I thought I’d died and closed one eye,

The dreams of sleep soon overtook,

I fell asleep, felt like a schnook,

Around me bombs were falling fast,

I was part of a movie cast.

Guns were firing and blood ran red,

I realized I wasn’t in my bed,

When woken by a gentle nudge,

I reached around to find my fudge,

Melted into my jacket there,

Because of that infernal chair.