Cee and I went to the ShowPlace ICON tonight to watch Wes Craven’s new flick, My Soul To Take.
The ShowPlace ICON is Minneapolis’ nicest theater, but one of the creepiest things about the theater is that the automated ticket machine has a British accent. It’s ridiculous.
We get to the theater and find a pack of teenage girls occupying both of the expat teller machines. We wait, and the girls eventually finish and skip into the main part of the theater.
I walk up to the British auto-teller. Cee is at the machine next to mine.