Rutabaga
Feb 14th, 2010, 04:57:05 PM
I went to see The Wolfman today. Not a great movie by any means, but better than the critics said it was.
The behavior of some people in the theater and one person out in the parking lot reminded me of why I sometimes would love to live on my own private island. :shakefist
[petty rant]
I was sitting in the back row by myself. After a while, a couple came in and sat a couple seats away at the end of the row. The woman tossed her stuff into the seat between us, which felt a little bit like it was infringing on my personal space. (Yes, I sometimes have a SERIOUS personal space issue.) For a while, it seemed like she was going to be one of those people who was going to comment on every single damn thing on the screen. Plus she crinkled shit off and on through the movie. AND her male companion was scratching her back so loudly at one point that I couldn't pay attention to the movie.
On the other side of me were 2 empty seats. Just as the movie started, meaning it was well past the starting time on the marquee, a couple came in and plunked right down in those 2 seats even though there were PLENTY of empty seats in the theater. Again, my personal space was invaded, and much more obviously this time. The real kicker was that the woman jumped at EVERY SINGLE THING so damn hard that she shook the whole row of seats, and she would clutch at her male companion for life support. Honey, nothing on screen was THAT scary...if you can't tolerate movies like this, stay home and wait for the DVD please. Or at least STAY THE HELL away from me. :shakefist
Now, my REAL adventure came after the movie. I came out to find that some ASSHOLE had parked maybe 2 INCHES away from the driver's side of my car. Seriously! Thank God I've lost a lot of weight and am more limber than I used to be, plus the front seat design of my car (which is a Chevy HHR) allowed for me to get in on the passenger side and then pull a pretzel maneuver to get myself over behind the wheel. Although at the last second I wasn't sure if I was going to get my right leg where it needed to be, but finally I did. My car has a standard transmission, and I kicked the gear shift out of gear more than once, but thankfully the parking brake stayed in position without a problem. Once I got the car started, I had to make a bunch of back and forth repositions to avoid hitting the side of ASSHOLE's car and/or taking out the rearview mirrors on either my car or the other car. Then I drove further down the parking lot to an empty area where I could get out and fully inspect the driver's side to make sure ASSHOLE hadn't dinged me while he parked. GGGRRRRR!!! There could NOT have been a passenger in that car, because there's NO WAY the passenger could have gotten out. Or else the passenger got out on the driver's side or something. UGH!!!!!! If I hadn't been able to pull it off, I'd still be sitting there waiting for ASSHOLE to come out, and boy, I would have gone totally werewolf on his/her ass. People really suck sometimes!!!
[/petty rant]
And how was your day? :angel
The behavior of some people in the theater and one person out in the parking lot reminded me of why I sometimes would love to live on my own private island. :shakefist
[petty rant]
I was sitting in the back row by myself. After a while, a couple came in and sat a couple seats away at the end of the row. The woman tossed her stuff into the seat between us, which felt a little bit like it was infringing on my personal space. (Yes, I sometimes have a SERIOUS personal space issue.) For a while, it seemed like she was going to be one of those people who was going to comment on every single damn thing on the screen. Plus she crinkled shit off and on through the movie. AND her male companion was scratching her back so loudly at one point that I couldn't pay attention to the movie.
On the other side of me were 2 empty seats. Just as the movie started, meaning it was well past the starting time on the marquee, a couple came in and plunked right down in those 2 seats even though there were PLENTY of empty seats in the theater. Again, my personal space was invaded, and much more obviously this time. The real kicker was that the woman jumped at EVERY SINGLE THING so damn hard that she shook the whole row of seats, and she would clutch at her male companion for life support. Honey, nothing on screen was THAT scary...if you can't tolerate movies like this, stay home and wait for the DVD please. Or at least STAY THE HELL away from me. :shakefist
Now, my REAL adventure came after the movie. I came out to find that some ASSHOLE had parked maybe 2 INCHES away from the driver's side of my car. Seriously! Thank God I've lost a lot of weight and am more limber than I used to be, plus the front seat design of my car (which is a Chevy HHR) allowed for me to get in on the passenger side and then pull a pretzel maneuver to get myself over behind the wheel. Although at the last second I wasn't sure if I was going to get my right leg where it needed to be, but finally I did. My car has a standard transmission, and I kicked the gear shift out of gear more than once, but thankfully the parking brake stayed in position without a problem. Once I got the car started, I had to make a bunch of back and forth repositions to avoid hitting the side of ASSHOLE's car and/or taking out the rearview mirrors on either my car or the other car. Then I drove further down the parking lot to an empty area where I could get out and fully inspect the driver's side to make sure ASSHOLE hadn't dinged me while he parked. GGGRRRRR!!! There could NOT have been a passenger in that car, because there's NO WAY the passenger could have gotten out. Or else the passenger got out on the driver's side or something. UGH!!!!!! If I hadn't been able to pull it off, I'd still be sitting there waiting for ASSHOLE to come out, and boy, I would have gone totally werewolf on his/her ass. People really suck sometimes!!!
[/petty rant]
And how was your day? :angel