Mom and Dad went to see the new Bourne movie over the weekend (they liked it, BTW).
Mom told me that they checked her purse for weapons on the way in and had guards stationed in the theater (given recent events in another Denver-area theater, that's not much of a surprise).
She was kind of irritated about it, but that was mainly because she was trying to sneak in a Diet Dr. Pepper and had to quickly pass it off and smuggle it in Dad's pants (how they failed to notice a soda can in a man's pocket is beyond me).
It's not like I'd have a gun in my purse, she huffed.
I nodded at her, thought about it, and realized that--wait a minute!--that's a TOTAL FUCKING LIE. (Really. Click the link if you don't believe me. Hell, click the link even if you DO believe me.)
And then I realized that they searched my mom's purse and totally ignored my dad, who has a concealed carry license and is packing all of the time (but, as he says, It's just a little gun. Plus, he's sane. Sane enough).
And then I realized that other people probably don't have these kinds of conversations with/thoughts about their parents.
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