The Trans-Dimensional Poodle

"Why is it," I wondered yet again as I walked to work, "that the movie theater dislikes pedestrians?" I suspect they don't intentionally dislike pedestrians, as anyone that wants to give them money should be welcome and encouraged to do so. But passing the flowers that smell like wet dog, it was yet again obvious that pedestrians aren't very high on the movie theater's priority list. Somewhere beneath the people that're driving by and not stopping, and lower than bugs and worms.

They are nice looking flowers...kinda. Or rather, being pink and sickly, they look nicer than they smell. But I suspect that the flowers themselves know this, and only look sickly because they have to sit around smelling themselves all day.

I suppose it's possible that I'm wrong, too. It might not be the flowers that actually smell so bad. It's possible, however unlikely, that the parking lot is the home of a colony of visually missing and dimensionally exceptional but olfactorally challenged canines. Not that they have to be dimensionally exceptional, as they might really manage to run away from all of the cars that end up in that place. Otherwise the parking lot might begin to smell of deceased canine instead of just wet.

That seems unlikey, though. And even though it's possible, the more likely answer is that the theater just simply doesn't have enough room to seat everyone wanting to pay to see the newest flop, and is trying to keep the throngs of walkers away. It'd be easier if they'd just stop reserving seats for all those dogs, though.