Movies and my Bladder

I never imagined that there would be such a strong connection between my bladder and my movie viewing experiences.  But they are now very linked.

I wait until just minutes before the movie is to start, then visit the men's room for a final emptying.
If the movie is less than 2 hours long, there is a good chance I will make it always thru without a pit stop.  If it's over 2 hours long, the chances are slim to none.  Last movie we say, "Paterson", I just made it to the end, then rushed out of the theatre.  Paterson is 1 hour and 58 minutes long; over 2 hours including trailers.

About 3 years ago, I talked Nadine into going to the Lone Ranger movie, with Army Archer and Johnny Depp.  It was a farce; the Lone Ranger riding Silver on top of a moving freight train, etc.  But I did it mostly to see the iconic final scene on the radio: The townswoman says "Pa, who was the masked man", and her husband says "Why, Ma, don't you know, that was the Lone Ranger".  The Lone Ranger shouts "Hi Ho Silver", we hear the hoof beats, and the orchestra breaks into the William Tell overture.

The movie was more than 2 hours.  Pressure was mounting, but I wanted to see the final scene.  Finally, I rushed out to the men's room, did my business, and rushed back to my seat.  The movie was still playing; I had made it. They never did that final scene; the movie ended without it.  I should have asked for my money back!!