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As in my previous thread in General, I went to the movies after I got off work. I decided to go see 'I am Legend' because I heard good things about it, and have read the book and seen Omega Man (I'm a film buff). Now, as I stood happily in line I hear from behind me a group of loud obnoxious voices laughing about.. god only knows what. I buy my ticket, and pause at the door to hear what movie their going to see. When they finally shut up long enough to request their tickets, I groaned aloud when I heard those horrible words: "I am Legend."
So I go get my ticket torn, and my beverage and my nachos (this theater has THE BEST nachos) and sit pretty close to the front. Now, it's early afternoon on a weekday, so the theater's pretty empty. A few older folks, some college students, and the like, but no more than fifteen people. Then the group walks in. I swear I could hear them from the concession stand in the lobby.
I figure 'whatever, let them talk as long as their quiet when the movie starts'. Well, the lights dim and the previews start and the usher comes in and requests everyone turn off their cells, please remain silent and so on. And the group gets quiet for about twenty-two seconds. I counted. Then something happens and their back to being loud, though not as much as before. I hear a few people tell them to be quiet and whatnot, but they blow them off.
Then the feature begins and they stop talking... till the cell phone rings. For three minutes one guy is TALKING on his phone while his friends are trying to get him to shut up. After I miss a few key things said, I lost my temper. I march up six rows of seats and get right into the guys face.
(Before I get into this, let me describe this asshat to you. Twenties, skinny, hair in his eyes from under his ballcap, and flip-flops... oh how I HATE flip flops)
Me: Either hang up and shut the fuck up, or I'll do both for you.
Him: *Grins* Get lost man, it's a free country.
Me: Yeah, well I paid for my ticket. Shut up, now. *Said in a low growling voice*
Him: Whatever, dude. Chill.
He hangs up and we go back to the movie. Silence for about ten minutes. I'm enjoying my nachos and all is right in the world. Till something hits me in the back of the head and I hear stifled giggling. I ignore it, and focus my attention on the screen. I get hit a few more times, and decide I've had it. I march back up the stairs again, and am greeted by:
Him: Oh shit, the Hulk's coming for me! Hide me!
Them: No way/ You should've shut up/ don't let him beat you too bad.
Me: *Picks him up by his pink polo collar one-handed* You're coming with me.
He remains in shocked silence until we're out the door of the theater and back at the ticket booth.
Me: You're going to buy me a ticket to the next showing of this movie. Now.
Him: Whatever dude, I'm not buying you shit. I'm going to the manager of this place and then to my lawyer. This is assault.
Me: *Picks him up again and readies a fist* No. -THIS- is assault.
Him: Alright dude, fuck! I'll buy the ticket!
He pays for the ticket, the lady behind the glass trying not to laugh, and hands it to me.
Me: *Gives him my most charming smile* Thank you, cupcake. Enjoy the rest of the show.
The manager came out of his office as I walked in and told me he's been hoping someone would do something to that guy as he's had multiple complaints and all the employees and customers give the same description of the guy causing problems. So I got free nachos and a soda for the next showing of the movie, while I went and finished watching the rest of the movie I paid for... surrounded by complete silence.
It felt good to let out that frustration from work on a witless moron who can't be quiet in the movie theater.
So I go get my ticket torn, and my beverage and my nachos (this theater has THE BEST nachos) and sit pretty close to the front. Now, it's early afternoon on a weekday, so the theater's pretty empty. A few older folks, some college students, and the like, but no more than fifteen people. Then the group walks in. I swear I could hear them from the concession stand in the lobby.
I figure 'whatever, let them talk as long as their quiet when the movie starts'. Well, the lights dim and the previews start and the usher comes in and requests everyone turn off their cells, please remain silent and so on. And the group gets quiet for about twenty-two seconds. I counted. Then something happens and their back to being loud, though not as much as before. I hear a few people tell them to be quiet and whatnot, but they blow them off.
Then the feature begins and they stop talking... till the cell phone rings. For three minutes one guy is TALKING on his phone while his friends are trying to get him to shut up. After I miss a few key things said, I lost my temper. I march up six rows of seats and get right into the guys face.
(Before I get into this, let me describe this asshat to you. Twenties, skinny, hair in his eyes from under his ballcap, and flip-flops... oh how I HATE flip flops)
Me: Either hang up and shut the fuck up, or I'll do both for you.
Him: *Grins* Get lost man, it's a free country.
Me: Yeah, well I paid for my ticket. Shut up, now. *Said in a low growling voice*
Him: Whatever, dude. Chill.
He hangs up and we go back to the movie. Silence for about ten minutes. I'm enjoying my nachos and all is right in the world. Till something hits me in the back of the head and I hear stifled giggling. I ignore it, and focus my attention on the screen. I get hit a few more times, and decide I've had it. I march back up the stairs again, and am greeted by:
Him: Oh shit, the Hulk's coming for me! Hide me!
Them: No way/ You should've shut up/ don't let him beat you too bad.
Me: *Picks him up by his pink polo collar one-handed* You're coming with me.
He remains in shocked silence until we're out the door of the theater and back at the ticket booth.
Me: You're going to buy me a ticket to the next showing of this movie. Now.
Him: Whatever dude, I'm not buying you shit. I'm going to the manager of this place and then to my lawyer. This is assault.
Me: *Picks him up again and readies a fist* No. -THIS- is assault.
Him: Alright dude, fuck! I'll buy the ticket!
He pays for the ticket, the lady behind the glass trying not to laugh, and hands it to me.
Me: *Gives him my most charming smile* Thank you, cupcake. Enjoy the rest of the show.
The manager came out of his office as I walked in and told me he's been hoping someone would do something to that guy as he's had multiple complaints and all the employees and customers give the same description of the guy causing problems. So I got free nachos and a soda for the next showing of the movie, while I went and finished watching the rest of the movie I paid for... surrounded by complete silence.
It felt good to let out that frustration from work on a witless moron who can't be quiet in the movie theater.
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