With two hours to kill before the next showing of Zombieland, I slayed time in a so-called coffee shop within the U-District’s Metro theater. I found the place empty; I had to ring a bell for service to materialize from concessions. The only wall outlet was located next to a larger-than-life cardboard display of the Rock costumed as “the Tooth-Fairy”, complete with angel wings. The outlet powered my laptop so I could complete exercises to challenge my understanding of material in the book below. As the cafe’s sole inhabitant for those two hours, I got to enjoy the same progression of three of today’s top 40 hits iterated six or seven times. Pauses between cycles were filled by Spanish guitar from the tapas restaurant directly below me.
I marveled at the oddity of my surroundings; so much so I felt neither sad nor lonely. Shortly thereafter, I realized my attitude to be consistent with rule #42 of the movie I had been waiting to see:
Enjoy the little things.
