This evening was my film festival night. (Yeah, that’s right I belong to two book clubs and I also attend screenings once a month.)
The film — a documentary for the curious — was interesting but that’s not what I want to talk about. I want to talk about the flashlight people.
The older couple sitting in front of us was using flashlights to let their friends know where they were sitting.
They waved them around like batons and — get this — the friends coming into the theatre also had flashlights of their own. It was a movement!
I was getting annoyed as they were (unwittingly) flashing the beams into my eyes giving me spots.
I didn’t say anything as I didn’t want to into a fight with two aging Lefties — the festival is like an NDP convention — but their images are seared on my retinas (thanks to some super halogen bulbs) so I will be sure to avoid them next month.