June 10, 2008

Oops

There was a movie coming out that both my wife and I wanted to see. Being that we make it to the movies only once or twice a year we try to enjoy ourselves. We did all the regular stuff and tried to immerse ourselves in the atmosphere, knowing that it was going to be crowded. After paying the requisite seven or eight hundred dollars it now takes to get in and get popcorn and a drink we settled in to some good seats. Well as good as can be expected when you are forced to wait in a line for the previous showing to clear out. The theater was quiet, the lights went down the previews started and ended and the show began. About fifteen minutes into the movie a little girl behind us said to the older gentleman next to her, “What’s that grandpa?” and he answered her explaining what the character on the screen was and what it was doing. They spoke as two people would talk in a car on a trip, slightly louder than need be. I turned around to look at them but didn’t say anything. Well, they continued the conversation through the entire movie. I asked them to please be quiet, my wife asked them to please be quiet and several people all around them asked them to please be quiet. Someone even went to get an employee to ask them to please be quiet. They never stopped the ongoing monologue. To add insult to injury a guy with a cell phone kept getting calls through the last half of the movie, when a call would come in he would hop up and run down to the exit, standing there talking loudly and gesturing all around with his hands. Yes, it was a miserable experience. When the movie was over my wife saw the guy waiting in line with his grand daughter to get the free refill on the popcorn he had, she went up to the guy and asked him if he was going to pay for our tickets since they ruined our evening. He actually told her that we should’ve said something, how thick can you be? We left the theater and headed home promising that it would be a long time before we went to another movie. I told her the story of seeing one of the last in a string of horror movies several years before and how then I swore that I wouldn’t go back to the movies because I didn’t get to hear a single line of dialogue. I had made the mistake of going on a Friday night right after school had let out for the summer, the theater was full of kids. I was so disgusted that I actually left before the movie was over and still to date have not watched the movie, even though its always on some cable channel or other. A few days later my wife had her first appointment at a new Dr.’s office late in the afternoon. When I got home I asked her how it went and whether or not she thought that she liked the guy. She breathed a deep sigh and told me that she was sitting on the table when the Dr. came in and began talking to her. He was being nice and polite asking her questions and reading her chart, when he looked up, yep, you guessed, it was “grandpa”… Luckily for us he didn’t recognize my wife and hasn’t mentioned the scene at all. I think that I will just wait for the dvd release of stuff in the future…

3 comments:

Jules said...

That was an akward moment...especially given what type of doctor he was. Snicker, snicker.

The Angry Georgian said...

I think I just tasted a little puke in my mouth...could have gone without reading that, Jules.

Entries such as this are precisely the reason I only go to the theater early Sunday morning. No one's ever there and probably three or four times out of ten I'm the only one in the theater.

HeartofGoldPlate said...

get a part time job at a theater, then you aren't wasting money, so if someone is rude you can feel at least it wasn't a waste.

I remember seeing the first Narnia movie on opening day at a matinee. Some guy had a conversation on his cell the whole time.

I try to go to movies at least a week after they come out, on a weeknight. Although, in Newnan, sunday morning seems like the sure bet, as most people are in church.