Wasted trip

I recently took my 13-year-old son to the movies with his friend. We got dressed, loaded into the car and set out to the theater. The boys wanted to see "Zombieland." When we arrived at the theater I let my son out to purchase tickets. The attendant told him he was too young to buy the tickets, so I parked my car and walked to the ticket counter to buy them myself.

The attendant told me she would have to see ID before selling tickets to me. As I started to pull out my license, she said "I will have to see ID on all three of you."

I explained that I don't carry ID for my son and I certainly wouldn't have ID for his friend. I told her "I'm 35 years old, one of the boys is my son and I am the guardian of the other." She still wouldn't sell the tickets to me.

I became frustrated and just walked off. As I did, I could hear the attendant laughing at me. She seemed to find great joy in knowing she had "showed me who was boss." In today's economy, a 40-mile round trip to the theater eats into a budget. Not to mention the fact that we didn't even get to see the movie we came for in the first place.

After ticket sales drop at the theater I hope as the attendant waits in line at the unemployment office for her check that she will remember one of the reasons she is there in the first place. As for me and my family, we will never waste our time making this trip again.

Kimberly Hammond

Florence