Marshall and the Movies

I mentioned way back in Random Factoid #33 that the only ticket missing from my collection was “Hamlet 2” when they seized my stub in exchange for a refund.  But for a long time, that was not the case.

Usually as soon as the theater employee rips the tickets, I demand to put them in my pocket so they don’t get lost or thrown away.  Perhaps when I saw “Talladega Nights,” I did not have pockets because somehow my mom ended up with them.  When I tried to find them the next day, they were no where to be found.  After a search spanning several days, my efforts appeared futile.  Upset and in dismay, I could no longer say that I had not lost a ticket since July 2003.

Fast forward a year or so.  I’m at the pool and I need more sunscreen.  I go digging through my mom’s pool bag looking for it, and it appears to be nowhere to be found.  But by some stroke of fate, I happened to look in one of the interior pockets.  And lo and behold, there was the ticket that I had been missing.  It was better than discovering money.