OK ... I pay the price to get in. Even though it takes my breath a bit, the big theaters in the big towns have me hooked. While I enjoy a movie at the Apollo in Princeton — you just can’t beat the price and the convenience — I will venture to the bigger theaters to see movies that are known to have a lot of special effects, great music, etc.

But every time I open my purse to pay, inside I’m thinking ... “I am clearly in the wrong business!” When the change back from my $10 bill — if there is an change — is less than a dollar, I find myself reeling — and I don’t mean the reel-to-reel movies of yesteryear either.

Did I mention the concession stand prices? The teenagers behind the counter scooping up popcorn and filling up giant soda glasses must be the brunt of so many complaints, that I almost feel sorry for them. They look at me wide-eyed, wondering if I’m going to complain about spending a $20 bill on a snack that I’ll never finish — no kidding, who can eat all that popcorn, and if I did drink all that soda, I’d spend the majority of the movie in the restroom instead of in front of the screen. Eating at the theater is like eating at the airport ... surprising what they’ll charge a captive audience.