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Doesn't mean you should!!
Yesterday (Valentine's day) I had the queasy stomach sort of hangover and the SO had to work most of the day. So I decided to take myself to go see Coraline. I took the bus because I was in no mood to drive and managed to not run into a single moron/idiot/fuck-barnacle on the way. I was ASTOUNDED I say.
I got to the theatre about 5 minutes before the show was supposed to start, and before I walked in the door, I mistakenly thought I had plenty of time to get my ticket and snack and sit down.
Everyone and their dog was their and it was very obvious that the theatre had put all available staff out to sell tickets and snacks. Nonetheless, the snack line was quite long. It was about a ten minute wait, which isn't bad in and of itself. But you gotta imagine, They're only serving popcorn and pre packaged foods and sodas.
The way this particular theatre is set up, when you walk inside to your immediate right is the ticket counter. Straight ahead is the snack bar which is set up similar to a horseshoe. All the employees go right in the middle, on the front side you can get coffee/other fancy coffeeshop drinks; and if you go to either the left or right side you can get popcorn and soda and whatever other delicious treats they have. Today only the front (coffee service) and right side were open. The left side was closed off with 2 posts set up with a rope between them.
This post-and-rope method is a symbol more then a real barrier. You see, if someone barreled right into it, it would simply tip over; and the posts are movable, so they can be squeezed around by any jackass.
Seeing the infinitely long line on the right side of the snack bar, this ladyfucknoodle walks to the left side. The post is not actually touching the wall, there is probably a 1 or 2 foot gap, but anyone with eyes should see that this lane appears to be "closed". This woman squeezes her way past the post and walks up to the nearest employee and I can't actually hear her, but her lips were pretty easy to read. She asked if that side was open and the employee standing there shakes his head no. Of course, she couldn't just walk away. She looked completely BEWILDERED. As if she really did not notice the rope she just squeezed around and the fact that there were no customers where she was. She kept looking over her shoulder as she walked away to see if the employee would call her back with a, "Just kidding! We reserved this lane JUST for you, you special little snowflake!! In fact, your popcorn is free and comes with free hugs!"
Note: When I got to the front of the line, I found out what was taking for-freakin-ever. From what I can gather, although there are only 2 flavors of popcorn (butter and kettle corn), this was an immensely difficult decision which took time... can't pick the wrong one, can we?
Later that night I went to pick up the SO from work. On the way home they have closed the freeway just past my exit and not only was there plenty of signs indicating said road closure, there were numerous Highway Patrol officers stationed along the road to make sure no one drove past these barriers. Normally I wouldn't really take a whole lot of notice of such a situation, but I wept for humanity when I realized my earlier experience proved that there really are people out there who just. don't. get it.
Angry rant: Why can't people just grasp the concept, red means stop, road closed means don't drive here, rope means don't cross... Fuck it... Hey little buddy! Ya see the railroad crossing arms coming down over there buddy?! Do ya?! Ok, that means to go play on the tracks. So go play your little heart out!!
*SPLAT!*
No one learns anything... But it sure as hell makes me happy.
Yesterday (Valentine's day) I had the queasy stomach sort of hangover and the SO had to work most of the day. So I decided to take myself to go see Coraline. I took the bus because I was in no mood to drive and managed to not run into a single moron/idiot/fuck-barnacle on the way. I was ASTOUNDED I say.
I got to the theatre about 5 minutes before the show was supposed to start, and before I walked in the door, I mistakenly thought I had plenty of time to get my ticket and snack and sit down.
Everyone and their dog was their and it was very obvious that the theatre had put all available staff out to sell tickets and snacks. Nonetheless, the snack line was quite long. It was about a ten minute wait, which isn't bad in and of itself. But you gotta imagine, They're only serving popcorn and pre packaged foods and sodas.
The way this particular theatre is set up, when you walk inside to your immediate right is the ticket counter. Straight ahead is the snack bar which is set up similar to a horseshoe. All the employees go right in the middle, on the front side you can get coffee/other fancy coffeeshop drinks; and if you go to either the left or right side you can get popcorn and soda and whatever other delicious treats they have. Today only the front (coffee service) and right side were open. The left side was closed off with 2 posts set up with a rope between them.
This post-and-rope method is a symbol more then a real barrier. You see, if someone barreled right into it, it would simply tip over; and the posts are movable, so they can be squeezed around by any jackass.
Seeing the infinitely long line on the right side of the snack bar, this lady
Note: When I got to the front of the line, I found out what was taking for-freakin-ever. From what I can gather, although there are only 2 flavors of popcorn (butter and kettle corn), this was an immensely difficult decision which took time... can't pick the wrong one, can we?
Later that night I went to pick up the SO from work. On the way home they have closed the freeway just past my exit and not only was there plenty of signs indicating said road closure, there were numerous Highway Patrol officers stationed along the road to make sure no one drove past these barriers. Normally I wouldn't really take a whole lot of notice of such a situation, but I wept for humanity when I realized my earlier experience proved that there really are people out there who just. don't. get it.
Angry rant: Why can't people just grasp the concept, red means stop, road closed means don't drive here, rope means don't cross... Fuck it... Hey little buddy! Ya see the railroad crossing arms coming down over there buddy?! Do ya?! Ok, that means to go play on the tracks. So go play your little heart out!!
*SPLAT!*
No one learns anything... But it sure as hell makes me happy.
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