That is the passcode of the woman sitting in front of me at the movies today. I am not over exaggerating when I say she checked her phone every 10-15 minutes. She had to check texts, Facebook, and Instagram. It was very irritating. It was hard not to say anything.
I went to see Magic Mike XXL.
It started out good. It was funny. I had hope.
Then it went from bad to worse.
The first movie was okay, but this one was horrible.
The positive is that it got me out of the house.
And I had Chipotle for dinner.
Chipotle is a lot yummy than a movie about male strippers.
