"A True Story"

A couple years ago, I was visited by space aliens. They invited me onto their ship and off we went.

On their ship, they had a movie theater—a giant one—that was also an arcade and a roller rink.

The movie we saw was deplorable and we left less than half way through; it was a tedious examination of apathy gone horribly wrong—or something like that.

As we were leaving the theater, one of the space aliens was apologizing for the movie—he spoke fluent English—and I told him not to worry, but it really burned me: I didn’t get woken up in the middle of the night to get on some awesome space ship only to see some crappy movie. They should’ve seen the movie beforehand to make sure it was good. What a letdown.