The summer season is here.
The store was swamped, and I regularly had two- and three-hundred dollar checkouts. What was originally scheduled to be a six-hour shift was rescheduled as seven and a half hours, then ended up stretching to eight.
The good news was that I had a co-worker bagging the groceries for me. The bad news? Harry is a WWII veteran, and nimble neither on his feet or in his head. I ended up having to do some of the bagging for every customer that was in my line. He's a nice guy, but he caused more problems for me than he solved.
By the end of it all, I was frustrated and bushed. Der B decided it was time for us to see a movie.
So we went to see X-Men III.
The franchise held up well for this round, much darker than the first two films, more apocalyptic. Der Brucer compared it to a demolition derby, I thought it edged towards the operatic...put the two forms together, you've got a danged good comic book movie. (And that should be enough commentary without giving any spoilers.)
