Dorothy Harris

Money disappearing at a theater near you

The crew doesn't often go to movies because there's rarely anything playing we care to see. It's been so long since I've gone to a rated-R movie, I'm sure it would send me to the local walk-in clinic.

Around our house, we find ourselves turning off some of the PG-13 because of the cussing and other stuff I probably shouldn't mention in this local publication. If you've seen it, you already know, and you either agree or find me prudish. While we may disagree about content, I bet we'll agree on the outlandish cost of attending the cinema.

Last we ventured out tickets cost $10 a person. That's a couple dollars more than I remember, which as I said, shows how long it's been since we've gone to the movies. Ticket price didn't shock me too badly, although I was surprised counting heads of nearby families at the snack counter, realizing it cost them almost a Benjamin to go out for the evening. How can they afford it?

Thankfully we had already eaten because the next zinger was the $5.50 it cost to buy a 20-ounce bottle of sweet tea for my teenager. Five dollars plus for a drink I could have bought for $1.50 out of the machine down the way? Okay, they got me there as I didn't even think about doing that until Mr. Harris was handing over the dough.

Waiting for the Dave Ramsey Financial Peace Plan lightning bolt of shame to strike me, I must have been in shock because I never answered when the boy asked if we wanted popcorn too. Mr. Harris looked at his measly $4.50 in change and shook his head, already knowing it wouldn't get us popcorn. Thankfully our gal was disgusted with the pricing, too, and was happy to forgo the snacks.

It's no wonder there's an ATM right next to the candy counter. I feel for guys out on a date. I suspect one can apply for a loan as they wait, and ensuring proper credit, be able to buy snacks for their date once approved.

As we entered the theater, again I couldn't help but wonder how on earth the large family nearby us could afford tickets for all and snacks too. Maybe they had just won the lottery or had a windfall inheritance. Our money nerd status was clear because I couldn't help but think that all they had spent would be lost in the next two hours, money which probably took days to earn. It was more than I could bear.

Of course I'm guilty of my own foolish pleasures. Anyone who knows me already knows how I adore Starbucks and my whole family are suckers for eating out. I'd love to go out for breakfast every day. That's going to be the way Mr. Harris will someday talk me into retiring. "Hey honey," he'll say; "When we retire, I'll take you out for breakfast every single day." I'll know he's lying, but then again, he might not be, so I just might buy it.

I also like vintage jewelry and books, owning more of both than I probably should. As long as Mr. Harris keeps building car models, I don't think I have to worry about being called out over either. It's amazing how easy it is to go through our money. It's been a year now of Financial Peace and we have learned so much. It looks like we'll be watching movies at home so we can enjoy some popcorn too.