Salted Popcorn

As Daria walked out of the movie theater, she licked the last of the salty taste from her fingers. She just LOVED movie theater popcorn.

Trailing (staggering) behind her, Tom looked completely out of it, the strangest look on his face.

"Did you enjoy the movie, Tom?" Daria asked, seemingly oblivious to the state her boyfriend was in.

"There was a movie?" he replied, a look of wonder on his face.

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Earlier...

Tom walked hand-in-hand with Daria past the concession stand, a fresh box of popcorn in his free hand. Before they entered the theater proper, Daria stopped and turned to him. "Tom, you're not going to do that trick with the hole at the bottom of the box of popcorn, are you?"

Tom reacted as if she had slapped him. "What? God no! What kind of guy do you think I am, Daria?"

Daria nodded. "Just checking." Without further ado, she grabbed the box from Tom, walked over to the nearest garbage can, and Tom watched agog as she dumped the popcorn, whipped out a penknife, and neatly cut a hole in the bottom of the box. She returned the box to him, staring him in the eye until he finally took it. He gulped nervously.

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When this story first came to mind, I considered replacing Tom with...Upchuck. Oh well!