Pink Station Wagon of Repressed Bad Memory

Superman should have never returned. He should have definitely stayed away. A couple nights ago I experienced my first drive-in movie. I think I'll wait a while before going again. I went with three other people, to see Superman Returns for the sole purpose of laughing at it. I think we might have been able to mock that movie more had it not been that all four of us were jammed in the back of my brother's pink station wagon trying to see the screen through the small back window, with defrost lines. Before the movie had even begun, every pane of glass in that car had fogged up as the temperature kept getting hotter and hotter. I had to wipe the window down every couple of minutes with my sweater so that we could still have some visual. Then we decided we should open some windows to let some air in. I think the only thing we let in was swarms of mosquitos. By the time two and a half hours of this had ended the car not only had developed a strange smell of B.O. but my legs were so cramped from sitting in such a confined space that I doubted I would ever be able to walk without a limp again. At least there was a plus side. I didn't have to have a crappy experience watching a movie I actually liked. Who decided some alien in spandex not wearing his glasses qualified as a superhero anyway?