OMG kids, you’re acting like we’re smuggling meth. I don’t care what kind of sign they post, it’s every American’s God given right to sneak food into the movies – especially when it’s a drive-in. Now dig into these bomb ass sandwiches that are individually labeled for each of your picky little butts. And note the cooler full of six different kinds of beverages, two of which you aren’t allowed to have when Mom is around. Also, did I mention the two kinds of gourmet popcorn I brought, one of which is a sick cheddar bacon ranch? Oh, and cookies – four kinds. Like a boss. A movie-going boss.