Smothered by Mullets

Saturday, Becca and I slept most of the day, which was great because both of us needed the rest. Upon waking, we decided to be spontaneous and go to Mount Sterling for dinner and a movie. We had a lovely dinner at Melini Cuisina and headed to Tenth Frame Cinema to catch The Hitcher.

After getting our tickets and purchasing my customary vanilla Dippin Dots, we picked a seat about half way up the  stadium-style rows. I was in hog heaven eating my Dots when all of a sudden, I couldn’t breathe. After a sharp cough, I was able to find the source of my respiratory distress. Two people had sat down in the row in front of us. Upon further inspection, I discovered that it was a male and female mullet. The male, trying to be romantic, had apparently put on a mixture of the holy trinity of redneck colognes: Stetson, Brute, and Old Spice. I myself have worn these but never at the same time. Needless to say, this combination is stout. Gradually, I was able to catch my breath in spite of the fact my nostrils continued to burn. We managed to make it through The Hitcher (which was horrible) and made our way to the lobby. I was a bit light-headed but the fresh air quickly restored me. Wouldn’t you know it though, the scent hit me again like a ton of bricks. I wheeled around and spied the male not more than four feet from me. Leaving Beck to fend for herself in the bathroom, I ran out the door and traded the cologne bomb of one mullet for the Doral smoke from another…At least my nostrils ceased to burn.

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