Okay, this weekend my friends and I went to the mall to see the new Friday the 13th movie. We were all settled, ready to watch the previews when to my great suprise what do I see? The first trailer we got was for the Hannah Montana movie. This alone was enough to rouse my suspitions, but my friend told me to just wait it out. After five more trailers of what obviously were kids movies, I caught the first ten seconds of Confesions of a Shopaholic before I left the theater like it suddonly filled with fire ants. As soon as I hit the lobby I was not surprised to find my self behind a mob of angry parents who demanded to know why there children just watched the first ten minunets of a slasher movie. I nearly died laughing as the poor manager tried to asure the parents that they'd be compensated for their childrens nightmares that would most certainly come later that evening. In the end we got to see our movie and recieved our free passes, but the greatest thing to come of that was this increadible story.