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Oh, the air in the theater oozes with the smell of buttered popcorn. I inhale deeply a few times thinking that will satisfy me. I’m literally drooling as I pass the concession counter. My belly rumbles a loud protest.
Nope, not this time. It’s not on my diet. But I could start again tomorrow. I’ll even have a diet pop with it. No, I’ll do better than that. I’ll get a bottle of water. I get in line and wait.