You know, I really don’t care that Jimmy cracked corn. Come to think of it, I don’t even know what cracking corn is and if I did, I still wouldn’t care. Unless of course Jimmy worked in a movie theater and was in charge of the pop corn. Jimmy, ever the slacker didn’t turn the machine up high enough so the corn didn’t pop, it just sort of cracked, old maids as it were. But I would care because I would not be able to enjoy one of the essential components of going to the movies, gorging myself on... Sign in to see full entry.