When you’re 16 and forbidden to watch R-18 movies, you usually try your best to get into theaters that show these kinds of movies. And that’s exactly what we did. It was 1997.
I was in the mall with Mara and Edward. We have already watched all the movies in the mall except for one, an R-18 movie.
Before entering the cinema, we rehearsed our lines and did our best to look like 18 year olds. But there was one glitch in our plan: me.
Edward went in first, followed by Mara, and I went in last. The usher took my ticket and looked hard at me and started to ask me questions.
Usher: Anong edad mo?
Me: 18. (Cool pa ako. Confident.)
Usher: Talaga? May ID ka bang dala?
Me: Wala eh. Naiwan sa bahay. (Lusot pa din.)
Usher: Kung 18 ka, anong year ka pinanganak?
Toink. Dito na ako nastress and usually when I’m stressed, nabobobo ako. And I hate, hate, hate, mental math. Hahaha!
I looked at my friends and searched for an answer. Then I smiled, hoping that my smile would work its way into the usher’s cold heart, and said, “Uhmmm….. 1980?”
We never got in. To make matters worst, we had to refund the tickets and ako ang pinarefund nina Mara kasi kasalanan ko daw. Pinagalitan pa jud ako ng ticket lady sa harap ng ibang taong nakapila. Haay… All in a day…
2 comments:
i was more patient...i actually bided my time till when im 18. but once i hit that age, it was all smut for me, baby, LOL...at least i knew what i was doing...er...hahaha.
Hahaha. Yeah apparently I didn't. I'm not so good in dealing with authorities. Lol
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