Monkeys in the Theater
Today's news includes a short article on a man who was shot at a movie theater after he and his family made too much noise.
I find my sympathies with the shooter.
Yesterday Robert and his son and I went to see The Tale of Despereaux around five PM. I expected a few kids talking because hey, it's a kids' movie and kids don't know how to behave at the theater until they're around twenty-five-years-old. I was not expecting a grotesque family to behave quite as abominablly as they did. There was near constant noise from the upper right section of the theater. Then one of the mother's cell phone went off and she answered it. Sure, she took her call out to the lobby, but she allowed it to ring and then answered and spoke all the way down the stairs and out of the theater. Then her two kids went running after her, running back. The entire family of four must have traipsed up and down the stairs at least three times. But the worst part was when the small kids got bored with the movie and began crawling and running through the aisles. I became aware of motion and giggling in the empty row behind me. I glanced back to see a couple of rugrats giggling behind me as they crawled around. Finally, I said, "SHH!" and with much giggling they crawled back to their mother. Fine, the kids don't know any better but the parents should.
When the lights came up, I glared at the noisy family. There were two women and two or three children. My jaw dropped. These women were ugly. Fearsomely ugly! I said to Robert, "I can't believe anyone had sex with them! How did they manage to breed?" This was more puzzling than the question of how any grown people can allow their children to behave like monkeys in a public arena, more puzzling than the question of why they paid the exhorbitant movie ticket prices only to pay no attention to the film. The women lumbered away. My questions went unanswered.
I'm not a gun person and I don't normally believe in violence as a solution, but suffering their shenanigans made me realize that I do believe that families such as these should be hauled out of the theater, lined up against a wall and executed by the theater management. I would buy extra popcorn for such an event.
I find my sympathies with the shooter.
Yesterday Robert and his son and I went to see The Tale of Despereaux around five PM. I expected a few kids talking because hey, it's a kids' movie and kids don't know how to behave at the theater until they're around twenty-five-years-old. I was not expecting a grotesque family to behave quite as abominablly as they did. There was near constant noise from the upper right section of the theater. Then one of the mother's cell phone went off and she answered it. Sure, she took her call out to the lobby, but she allowed it to ring and then answered and spoke all the way down the stairs and out of the theater. Then her two kids went running after her, running back. The entire family of four must have traipsed up and down the stairs at least three times. But the worst part was when the small kids got bored with the movie and began crawling and running through the aisles. I became aware of motion and giggling in the empty row behind me. I glanced back to see a couple of rugrats giggling behind me as they crawled around. Finally, I said, "SHH!" and with much giggling they crawled back to their mother. Fine, the kids don't know any better but the parents should.
When the lights came up, I glared at the noisy family. There were two women and two or three children. My jaw dropped. These women were ugly. Fearsomely ugly! I said to Robert, "I can't believe anyone had sex with them! How did they manage to breed?" This was more puzzling than the question of how any grown people can allow their children to behave like monkeys in a public arena, more puzzling than the question of why they paid the exhorbitant movie ticket prices only to pay no attention to the film. The women lumbered away. My questions went unanswered.
I'm not a gun person and I don't normally believe in violence as a solution, but suffering their shenanigans made me realize that I do believe that families such as these should be hauled out of the theater, lined up against a wall and executed by the theater management. I would buy extra popcorn for such an event.