My 23 Moment
I meant to write this into my movie review for The Number 23, but I forgot. I'm sitting there in the theater worrying about the guy in the row behind me who looks like a cross between a homeless guy from the future, a victim of the Sixth Plague (Shkhin), and a serial killer (I had moments when I was worried that this would be the film to set him off and he would go on a knife wielding rampage) and watching the movie, when I looked down at my super-fancy, Wal-mart bought Timex indiglo watch and low and behold it was 1:49pm. The movie "started" at 12:50pm, and by started I mean we sat through the various commercials, frogs singing about being quiet to the tune of "Heard it Through the Grapevine," and previews. What are the chances that I would look down at 1:49pm?! HELLO?! 14 + 9 = 23!
I bet Scary Plague Man had 23 boils on his head. Seriously, he needed to be at a doctor's office getting those suckers lanced and debrided rather than sitting in the theater.
