That night a horror flick by the Pang brothers' assistant director was on (called, terrifyingly enough, “SCARE YOU TO DIE” ) and everyone, even the stragglers in aisle 3, were engrossed in it, so powerful was the soundtrack.

Dina was doing the typical teenage girl thing—covering her face with both hands but still peeking out through her fingers, gasping theatrically and shutting her eyes whenever anything vaguely disturbing came onscreen (or when the musc approached a crescendo). Thomas treated us all to french fries and onion rings, everyone crowded round table B2 together, Mira dimmed the lights, and a makeshift cinematic experience was born right there in that little café.

*cue strings*
*from Psycho*

The movie was fun, more entertaining than scary really. It was 11 when I finally knocked off, the show sans commecials lasting about 2 hours. At any rate we all did something somewhat fun for a change. No overtime tough, worst luck.