We went to see the critic acclaimed move, The Artist. We walked up to the tell, and asked for two tickets for “The Artist”. She tells us the price, and proceeds to pick up a walkie-talkie and says to someone, somewhere, “The Artist”. We got our tickets and headed into the theater only to realize that the projectionist is setting up the projector just for our viewing. He was at the other end of the radio and she was queuing him that someone had come to see that particular movie. Soon, other patrons came but for the most part, we could have had any seat in the house.
