Just the other week, or, yes, almost two weeks ago we went to Central Park to watch Moonstruck. A few minutes into the movie this gentleman shows up and causes a commotion insisting some people make a space for him on the bleachers behind us. Later on, a second commotion occurs when a fellow sitting behind him asks him to move or knock something off, one of those sorts of things. But when the movie was through I noticed the bleacher people all descending from their seats with great care so as to not step on or disturb the fellow for, at some point, he had curled himself up and drifted off to dreamland. I suppose this means he must have snuggled the feet of a stranger or two. No free movie is without its price.
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