Thank you once again Mrs. JGN for teaching me that when you want a row to yourself in a theater or a seat alone on a train, all you have to do is cough uncontrollably. Having chronic asthma makes this easy for me, as I am an accomplished choker, cougher and sputterer. During allergy season, I can easily wheeze on command.
Papa J and I went to W. Newton cinema today. We saw "Easy Virtue" which was not a popular choice among moviegoers. It is taken, apparently, from an old Noel Coward play, and I thought it was pretty good. It has a mean mother-in-law motif which was interesting. Since there were so few viewers in the theater, there was little reason for anyone to come and sit beside us, but they tried.
I told Dad, "Watch this!" and I proceeded to cough and cough. It worked as I knew it would. People got up and left the row. At one point, I was so convincing that Dad asked if I was alright. Does he not he know by now that coughing is an art form for me?
Papa J and I went to W. Newton cinema today. We saw "Easy Virtue" which was not a popular choice among moviegoers. It is taken, apparently, from an old Noel Coward play, and I thought it was pretty good. It has a mean mother-in-law motif which was interesting. Since there were so few viewers in the theater, there was little reason for anyone to come and sit beside us, but they tried.
I told Dad, "Watch this!" and I proceeded to cough and cough. It worked as I knew it would. People got up and left the row. At one point, I was so convincing that Dad asked if I was alright. Does he not he know by now that coughing is an art form for me?
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