Scary People

Andy and I went to the movies last night. Batman Begins (it was pretty good).
The theatre was busy, and sitting next to me was a middle aged woman on her own. I don't know how long she thought the film was going to be, but she was loaded up with food and drink for the long haul.

Right before the film was about to start she leaned over to me and asked if I'd like a cup of coffee (she has a thermos the size of a small African nation in her bag). Odd. The conversation went as follows.....

ODD WOMAN: Would you like some coffee dear?
ME (Somewhat startled): Umm...no, thanks.
ODD WOMAN: Are you sure?
ME: Pretty sure, yes.
ODD WOMAN (Holding her thermos aloft, trophy-like): I always bring coffee with me when I come to watch a film.
ME: Oh...Ummm...That's errrr nice
ODD WOMAN: Oh yes. I hate the coffee they serve here. (she pulls a face at this point) But I have to bring coffee with me. It helps keep me awake. I sleep alot.
ME: Really....ok
ODD WOMAN: Are you sure I can't tempt you? (And here's the killer......) It's DECAF.

I didn't have the heart to tell her.