Okay. I just came back from the movie theater...
I am going to recap my wacky evening, since I have never experienced a clusterfuck such as this one in a long time.
Me and the D got out of work at the same time—for the first time in god knows how long. We decided to go out and have dinner before the movie. Around the movie theater, there were a few restaurants to choose from. I personally haven't been to T.G.I Friday's in a long time, so I decided that was the place were were going to dine in. Before we got there, we saw a Miller's Ale House—so we went there instead.
Not only I had good food there before, I had good service and great servers. This time around...well not so much. The server was a waste of space; we waited 15 minutes or more for us to get our drinks and not to mention his refill belief system—which was nonexistent. I mean come on! We know you hate your job, but that does not mean you do not have to do your job and just show up for a paycheck here.
I am one of those people that never complain about anything—until you get on my nerves.
When we finished eating, our check appeared faster than our forks hit the empty plates. If he was so fast like that with our food and beverages, maybe he shouldn't have gotten a shitty tip.
As soon as we were ready to split, a nasty dirty sock smell arose slowly and overwhelmed the whole restaurant. It was like someone had opened a pandora's box of collective sweaty gym lockers and dirty laundry! We pretty much ran out of the joint laughing and baffled.
We could not believe how bad this evening had gone, but we still managed to have a great laugh out of it. On our way to the theater, we stopped at a Kmart—which I am impressed that there are still a few of those stores around. We needed some candy. Paying 8 bucks for a box of candy at the theater stand (to me) is the equivalent of pretty much offering your ass spread open and wait for a surprise penetration—It's in that list of getting your bottom violated willingly. How can a store lack strawberry twizzlers? Can anyone answer me that?
A spider in the car attacked me. I could not stop laughing. When we finally parked and got in the theatre—It was almost empty. There were two people there and us. Later when the trailers came up more people came in. At last minute a group of three or four sat on our row. They were very loud and we were hoping this was going to be temporary.
When the movie began, I was like a little kid. My eyes turned just like anime eyes, and It was just me and the movie. Just how I like it.
I was feeling every single sound. Every single word and dialogue was caressing my ears and I was totally hypnotized by the drama. The awesomeness oozed throughout the entire theater and splashed my face with it—like experiencing a storm in front of a beach. Then. All of a sudden, this screeching laughter broke my concentration, like a broken t.v. antenna trying to search for a cable signal. It was the little group sitting on our row.
Not only it broke my total concentration, I also put me in a bad mood. How could this be? I asked myself. How come whenever I decide to go watch a Harry Potter movie, some jerk off has to ruin it for me? After 15 minutes of them laughing ridiculously loud, texting and talking aloud—I had enough and I went were I said yesterday I wasn't going to go.
"CaN yOu bE qUiEt PlEaSe!?!?!?!"
I hate to be the one who shushes people in theaters. I mean...come on, People!!! are you really that retarded, and do not comprehend that the two commercials that make fun of noisy people and phone silencing are just sufficiently eloquent and get the point across? Why is it so hard for some people to understand that the rest of the people in the theater do not wish to hear your stupid comments, or hear the clacking of your iphone's keyboard when you text?!
The movie was great, but it could have been better.... I have had the worst luck sitting next to either idiots that won't shut up or people with a terrible cough.
I am glad it's over.... I am going to miss it though...
~M
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