Kids and puke

My friend Doriana and I are standing in line at the movie theater to get some popcorn. A 10 or 12 year old girl is in line, right in front of me. She orders a popcorn. The girl behind the counter asks what size. The little one in front of me doesn't know. She wants to know what sizes they have. I am thinking, if you are old enough to be at the movies on your own and buy food for yourself, you should probably already know what sizes of popcorn they sell.

Girl settles on a small popcorn. Wants a soda too. What kind of soda, the girl behind the counter asks. And, also, what size? The little one wants a coke. She doesn't know what size she wants. The girl behind the counter tells her that there is a special promotion going on and that if you get a small coke with your small popcorn, you get a present with it. What kind of present the little girl asks. A badge. OK, the little girl says. I'll have a small popcorn with a small coke so that I can have a badge too. Great, the girl behind the counter says, here are four different colors of badges you can choose from. At which point I elbow the little girl and tell her, Honey, you better hurry because we are about to miss the trailers. And if I don't see the trailers, I might as well just leave now.

I swear to God, sometimes children make me throw up in my mouth a little bit.