We got seats! Uri teased.
As we entered the empty theater.
After gulping down dinner.
Hanging up on his family.
On video call from Montevideo.
Jumping into the car instead of walking.
To save time, make sure we got in.
Imagining the auditorium overflowing.
A line for tickets snaking around the block.
Bob dropped us off.
To find a parking space.
But, the theater was silent.
We, the first ones there.
Fifteen minutes to go.
Would anyone else walk in?
You don’t need your mask, advised Uri.
When he saw me fit it over nose, mouth.
As he bounded to the restroom.
Since we dashed out so quickly.
Then on return, he repeated, at least we got seats.
Sending us both into spasms of mirth.
Tears welling in our eyes.
Running down cheeks.
The state in which Bob found us.
When he burst through the door.
To claim a seat at our almost private screening.
Only a few patrons trickled in.
To keep us company.
The best part of the evening
was not the film we raced to see.
Rather, the tonic before it started.
The gleeful, freeing laughing spree.
Lynn Benjamin
September 19, 2023