It was Tuesday afternoon and work got too heavy. A break was called for, mindless diversion. My thoughts turned to an old favorite: A matinee movie. Ninety minutes of popcorn, soda and cinema. This sounded like exactly the ticket.
I could not have been more wrong.
It was not the film that failed – it was obvious going in that this action flick would earn no Oscars.
It was the experience: A solitary man armed with a mask, hand sanitizer and enough Clorox wipes to disinfect Congress, seated alone in an auditorium built for 300 humans.
I dozed off through gunfire and explosions. I lost what plot there was. My mind pinballed before hitting on a realization.