I was frustrated with myself on Saturday night. I went to the movie, “This is it.” For anyone who’s been living under a rock, it’s the movie about Michael Jackson. I was working that night, and my residents chose the movie, so I followed. Movies are always hit and miss when taking residents. Sometimes we’re in the midst of an audience of youngins’ and their parents, and sometimes the audience is made up of adults. Never know.

Anyway, I was secretly looking forward to seeing, “This is It.” I probably wouldn’t have gone outside of work; I wasn’t a fan of Michael. Admittedly, I’m one of those who know more about him now that he’s dead.

So I walk in to the theater to find an array of ages in the audience. A middle-aged couple with their popcorn, quietly visiting, waiting for the movie to start. A couple of 20-somethings, sitting in silence. And then there were two prepubescent kids, giggling and messing around with their Smartphones. I made my way up the steps. As I do this, those two stop what they’re doing, and follow me with their eyes, and giggle. Ok, fine. I know this happens everywhere I go. That’s ok. These two were rather obvious about their curiosity, but whatever. I find my seat, and they go back to the ever-pressing matters on their phones. Done.

But, no, these kids turn around during the movie, - perhaps to make sure I haven’t escaped unnoticeably, which wouldn’t happen, anyway- and giggle. I find myself glaring at them, as if I were an authority figure, telling them to turn around and watch the movie they’ve probably seen 5 times already.

The movie ends, the credits role, and my residents file out. Except, along with the credits, this movie continues to play little snippets. By then, my residents are out the door, and I am in the process of standing up. These two kids whip their heads back, and wait for the moment. I sit back down, they turn away. I begin standing, and just like that, 4 eyes are glued to me.

Seriously, these two are being a little ridiculous. Seriously, I’m being more ridiculous! Get going, I think to myself. By this time, the snippets are over, and the two proceed to the exit, all the awhile glancing back at me. I again glare – as if that fazes them. But now, I add a head gesture. Go! I want to scream. I probably looked even sillier to them with my glares and my head gesture. We finally go our separate ways, a long awaited good-bye. They probably got picked up by their mom, while I drove my resident home.

Pretty good movie, though!