The One Thing He’s Done Wrong

Jack asks, “Who leaves the house on Valentine’s Day, who goes to town if they can avoid it?” when we’re in a cinema queue and the box office boy says they’re breaking records, expect distractions, shadows on screens and popcorn lodged in your neck creases.

He’s not wrong but some girls in front are in the wrong seats and the others, the girls who think they should be sitting there, stand next to us, sit in the aisles, and the ongoing whispers obstruct the dialogue, make the wedding scene seem layered, when really, it’s just a wedding. All it takes is one person picking wrong, sitting wrong, unsure where they should be, to throw the whole thing off.

Outside after we sip the coke we shouldn’t have bought and berate ourselves and the buses and the cinema-goers and we vow to make better decisions, to avoid perfect storm sort of situations, and we claw back time where we can but we can’t because you can’t claw time back.