"Does the shoe's name come from the east African tribe, the Maasai?"

"Yes! It does." He replied with enthusiasm. "Apparently the researchers were travelling in Africa and came across this tribe of people! Apparently cellulite is like virtually nonexistant among these people!"

"Oh, huh. The Maasai people eat a diet consisting largely of cornmeal, and work very hard, at physical labor, as a way of life."

"That's interesting because the Maasai wear shoes made from recycled tires, which cost probably a few dollars."

"We dated for a year before moving in together. I was against marriage and so is she, but after three years together she wanted a ring and I gladly got it for her. It was a small ceremony and we both cried.... . We had three children... Jagger, Bowie and Moz." ...continued »

You and companion sit side-by-side, still slunk deep into your theatre seats; movie end-credits rolling. Dim lighting. We hear a low scraping sound. With your teeth, you're pulling your straw in-and-out through the hole in plastic lid of soda cup. Camera closeup: your every miniscule facial expressions are magnified with significance. This is the scene of initial character development. With every subtle facial expression, the relationship between you and your companion is being established.

Both still gazing at the screen, studying the music copyrights, special-thanks, grips' and best-boys' names, you whisper to companion "Someone in the movie was named Justin Boots. Justin Boots, that's funny." Companion leans in closely, "Uh, no, that's...that's a boot company, called Justin Boots. They're being credited for supplying the movie. With boots."

Cut to you're both slowly articulating sideways between movie seats towards the exit-aisle. Enter the aisle, meet the upward-slanting of the floor, you resist gravity and do that slow-motion, one-foot-stepping-back lunge. Both walk towards the rear exit in silence, both still in your post-movie daze.

In lobby, you and companion exchange mutual 'meet you after the bathroom' nods. All of the the mediocre moments in between Moments have been edited-out, and although you're an unknown, non-star, and there is no audience actually watching, your movie's plot will continue to develop... over the rest of the evening, over the rest of the month, the rest of the year and yes, your ...entire... would-be cinematic... life.

This next scene is necessary to transition us into post-flick restaurant scene: camera passes near another couple, clearly on a date, negotiating their post-movie dining choices. She suggests a Cambodian place, nearby. 'Anything but Asian' he responds.