The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.



Yeah, so, David loves me.

You know how I know? Because he surprised me with the perfect gift …

Mighty, mighty good man David thought it would cheer me up while I’m recovering from my breast reconstruction surgery next week. He knows me too well. I have mad love for movie theater popcorn. After eight years of working in movie theaters, you would think I would have gotten sick of it. Never! Every time we go to the movies, I get popcorn. Lots of salt and lots of “butter.” Microwave popcorn is not the same. It’s not as tasty, or maybe it’s just not as bad for me.

Well anyway, David ordered this Whirley Pop because we can’t fit this in our apartment …

Kate and Katie are coming over tonight to watch “Project Runway,” and we are going to take the new Whirley Pop for a test drive. It’s OK to be jealous.

Thank you, David!


Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/mocker/goober/mother in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, podcast, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

3 thoughts on “Popcorny

  1. Does this come with “butter”? And yes, that was super nice of him.

  2. The Whirley Pop kicks ass. We’ve been using one for about 15 years. Actually, we’re on our second one, having whirled out the first one.

  3. Pingback: Confessions of a former movie theater employee | The Sonia Show

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