Theater behavior
So last week the lady and I go to see the Devils Rejects. I have been anticipating this film for some time. I mean if TCM is the holy grail of horror this to me is going to be the ark of the mother fukin covenant.
Needless to say I loved it. It was everything I wanted in a horror film and more. I know some may disagree but that is for another thread.
Anyways, I like to go to the theater on a weeknite. Less sheeple there to deal with and all the kiddies that are in bed for the night.
We pick out a nice spot, I put my feet up open up my raisinnets and dump in the popcorn. Chocolate and salt go so well together.
This theater probably will seat about 150 so why the fuck when there are only 10 people in the theater do they have to sit so close to each other. One couple behind me and 2 in front of me. Just like sheep huddling in the pen. Safety in numbers I guess, or so they thought little did they know the wolf in sheeps clothing. Kind of like sleeping with the enemy so to speak.
Film starts, I enjoy, and then......cell phone behind me goes off. I ignore. and again. Again I ignore. and again.
My lady turns around and asks the young lady to shut her cell off. Her reply is something about text messaging and something about my lady should mind her own business.
Aggravation sets in and the sleeping dragon is waking. Again with the ringing.
Against what little judgement I have, the dragon is now fully awake and ready to breathe fire.
I stand up and turn around, and say "listen bitch if you dont turn that fukin phone off, whats happening on the screen is going to be happening right now in this theater."
Dragon is back in the lair, and all is quiet now. And as for the lasses knight in shining armor??
Hope it wasnt their first date, if it was there wont be a second unless she likes a guy that wets himself in the face of evil.
Just thought I would share.
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