Chickens
…and other dog whistles.
Right behind the crossing lane and the never-used handicapped section so I can put my feet up. It’s six rows from the front. Only downside is every yahoo with a tiny bladder that insists on parking on the far side of the theater from the exit has to parade back and forth constantly in the movie, breaking the emersion.
Bonus: a couple of airplane bottles to add to my coke and some raisinettes from the drug store where they cost 1/5 as much. Just carry them in my bag. No one working in the theater gives a crap if you bring in your own food.
The rest of Journey’s songs.
I have a problem with this in general. I’m an insurance agent, and our uninsured claims are skyrocketing and causing everyone’s premiums to shoot up. The problem is the federal government is allowing them to live here, buy homes here, run businesses here, and pay taxes here. But the states are not allowing drivers licenses, so very few insurance options. Net result, we all pay higher insurance , and are often found sitting on the side of the road watching some car drive away to avoid the legal issues.
We can’t have it both ways.
Snake Farm, when asked how to sell a policy that’s clearly more expensive than the competition’s answer was “They should feel privilege to be a Snake Farm customer.”
The hubris was baffling.