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I took my mom to see an advance screening of The Golden Compass last night (great movie, btw; the ice bears are made of awesome and the CGI for the daemons is very well done).
Initially, there was an actual line, but around 6:30 (7 PM showing) an usher asked everyone to bunch up closer to the reserved theater to keep the corridor clear. Everyone was guaranteed a seat.
So I'm chatting with mom and another woman about how faithful we think the film will be to the book, and I get poked in the back fairly firmly. This wasn't a polite attention-getting tap on the shoulder, this was a poke
Me: *somehow manage not to drench the poker in Dr. Pepper* Yeah?
Rude guy (RG): I believe there is a line.
(RG was in line when the announcement to move up was given)
Mom: No, we're supposed to move up.
RG: No, there's a line.
Laidback punk girl behind us: They're right, dude. Everyone's gonna get a seat.
Friend of punk girl: I know you heard the employee tell everyone to move up.
Mom: Well, you can cut "in front of us" if it means that much to you (general eyeroll from the area).
RG: I will! *shoves by, almost sending me flying into a pillar, punk girl's friend wants to trip him, I can tell*
RG ends up in the knot of people, thus getting nowhere. I can see him possibly attempting to herd everyone else into a single-file line (not enough space to do that, that's why we were told to move up). RG was ridiculed by all who witnessed this until we entered the theater.
Cuts in "line", only to wait even longer because nobody who saw this little drama wanted to let him cut them.
Free screenings seem to bring out the jerks.
Initially, there was an actual line, but around 6:30 (7 PM showing) an usher asked everyone to bunch up closer to the reserved theater to keep the corridor clear. Everyone was guaranteed a seat.
So I'm chatting with mom and another woman about how faithful we think the film will be to the book, and I get poked in the back fairly firmly. This wasn't a polite attention-getting tap on the shoulder, this was a poke
Me: *somehow manage not to drench the poker in Dr. Pepper* Yeah?
Rude guy (RG): I believe there is a line.
(RG was in line when the announcement to move up was given)
Mom: No, we're supposed to move up.
RG: No, there's a line.
Laidback punk girl behind us: They're right, dude. Everyone's gonna get a seat.
Friend of punk girl: I know you heard the employee tell everyone to move up.
Mom: Well, you can cut "in front of us" if it means that much to you (general eyeroll from the area).
RG: I will! *shoves by, almost sending me flying into a pillar, punk girl's friend wants to trip him, I can tell*
RG ends up in the knot of people, thus getting nowhere. I can see him possibly attempting to herd everyone else into a single-file line (not enough space to do that, that's why we were told to move up). RG was ridiculed by all who witnessed this until we entered the theater.
Cuts in "line", only to wait even longer because nobody who saw this little drama wanted to let him cut them.
Free screenings seem to bring out the jerks.
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