Throw that water at me and I'll, I'll... tattle on you!
It all started when I left my phone at home by accident. Instead of meeting Franny and Jon at the Mom Park cinema entrance, I figured they were already inside and bought my ticket. I looked for them when I walked in but didn't see them and took my seat.
I was taking my coat off while sitting on the armrest when the guy behind me told me to "sit down." I said "just a moment" and finished carefully removing off my coat before sitting down. At the end of the commercials, the guy told me off for sitting at the front of my seat. He stuck his face close to mine and started speaking in Hungarian. I waited for him to finish (looking confused) before saying "nem beszelek a magyarul" and then he told me meanly "sit back in your seat," to which I said again "just a moment." as I turned back to the front, he kicked my seat. I may have turned to look angrily at him. No sooner was I was facing the front, thinking of how rude he was being and pondering whether I should immediately sit back or not seeing as how I have the right to sit at the front of my seat. Apparently two seconds isn't long enough for compliance in that guy's book because the next thing I knew, I was wet all over my back and head.
I was so mad I jumped up and began incoherently telling him off, managing to yell at him right as the opening music was ending. "What is your PROBLEM? Is there something WRONG with you?" I shouted. I blindly grabbed all my things, exclaiming "I can't believe it. What is this? I will not stay in this place. I will tell somebody!" etc. I stormed out (passing Jon and Franny) and cornered the first attendant I saw. At first I could say nothing because my eyes were welling up with tears but presently I choked out a "beszel az angolul?" and he did speak some but motioned for me to follow him to where other employees spoke better Hungarian.
The director of the cinema came out. She and the employees were prepared to do any number of things in retribution, the first being allowing me to come see the show at a different time (I said this was the only convenient time and that my friends were there). I am glad that I wasn't wearing a fancy shirt else it would have been damaged. My hair was wet and I was shaking my hair in my fists to dry it. It was a bit confusing because I was simultaneously saying that I wanted my money back and/or to have the guys thrown out. "If this were back home," I said, "these guys would have been thrown out." I was assured that they would take care of the problem. We settled on having me escorted to a new seat in the theater and having the guys removed. So they brought me, leaving me in the aisle seat of row C -one row behind the guys (I was originally in E 25). Presently, the movie stopped and the lights came up. A group of staff entered and ushered out the three guys.
After the show I was stopped and asked to write a report by several staff waiting to usher me out. A guy immediately in front of me commented that "this wouldn't have happened if you'd just sat at the back of your seat." (jerk) I tried to talk back to him but he said something like I had caused it and I decided to shut up and cut my losses. Not everyone has to like me.
I wrote the report out while one of the cinema workers sat with me. After I was done, she told me that the guys had looked guilty and claimed that 'nothing had happened' but admitted to they somewhat kicking my seat. I had forgotten about the rude seat-kicking part and got all excited again. So the girl let me add it to the report as a P.S., and brought me a nice bottle of water and an Advil for the headache I had. Then I gave her some of the gushers (from USA) I was going to give to Franny or Jon.
Petra was nice to talk to. She apologized to me on behalf of those guys who were jerks.
It was kind of fun to call my friends later to explain why we had missed each other and to say "do you remember hearing any yelling (me) during the opening credits, and the movie pausing? I can tell you why..."
In retrospect I can make these observations: one. were I in that guy's shoes, I'd likely be a bit irritated too, if the person blocking my view didn't move back after politely asking her twice. Two. The guy never really asked nicely. He only complained. Three. While sitting back in my seat, I measured with my eyes to see how much of the screen would be blocked if the person in front of me sat forward on her seat and it wasn't more than a couple of centimeters. Four. There's no justifying or excusing throwing water at someone when you're mad at them (I would let some chair-kicking slide). Five. There may have been some "lost-in-translation" going on. Perhaps the guy got just little less patient after I appeared to be ignoring him? I don't know.
Six. It's not every day you get to yell at the people behind you in a nice movie theater during Harry Potter 7:1 opening credits.
At least I'm getting a kick out of telling my story to people. haha. I was bummed though, for not getting to meet up with Franny and Jon.
I was taking my coat off while sitting on the armrest when the guy behind me told me to "sit down." I said "just a moment" and finished carefully removing off my coat before sitting down. At the end of the commercials, the guy told me off for sitting at the front of my seat. He stuck his face close to mine and started speaking in Hungarian. I waited for him to finish (looking confused) before saying "nem beszelek a magyarul" and then he told me meanly "sit back in your seat," to which I said again "just a moment." as I turned back to the front, he kicked my seat. I may have turned to look angrily at him. No sooner was I was facing the front, thinking of how rude he was being and pondering whether I should immediately sit back or not seeing as how I have the right to sit at the front of my seat. Apparently two seconds isn't long enough for compliance in that guy's book because the next thing I knew, I was wet all over my back and head.
I was so mad I jumped up and began incoherently telling him off, managing to yell at him right as the opening music was ending. "What is your PROBLEM? Is there something WRONG with you?" I shouted. I blindly grabbed all my things, exclaiming "I can't believe it. What is this? I will not stay in this place. I will tell somebody!" etc. I stormed out (passing Jon and Franny) and cornered the first attendant I saw. At first I could say nothing because my eyes were welling up with tears but presently I choked out a "beszel az angolul?" and he did speak some but motioned for me to follow him to where other employees spoke better Hungarian.
The director of the cinema came out. She and the employees were prepared to do any number of things in retribution, the first being allowing me to come see the show at a different time (I said this was the only convenient time and that my friends were there). I am glad that I wasn't wearing a fancy shirt else it would have been damaged. My hair was wet and I was shaking my hair in my fists to dry it. It was a bit confusing because I was simultaneously saying that I wanted my money back and/or to have the guys thrown out. "If this were back home," I said, "these guys would have been thrown out." I was assured that they would take care of the problem. We settled on having me escorted to a new seat in the theater and having the guys removed. So they brought me, leaving me in the aisle seat of row C -one row behind the guys (I was originally in E 25). Presently, the movie stopped and the lights came up. A group of staff entered and ushered out the three guys.
After the show I was stopped and asked to write a report by several staff waiting to usher me out. A guy immediately in front of me commented that "this wouldn't have happened if you'd just sat at the back of your seat." (jerk) I tried to talk back to him but he said something like I had caused it and I decided to shut up and cut my losses. Not everyone has to like me.
I wrote the report out while one of the cinema workers sat with me. After I was done, she told me that the guys had looked guilty and claimed that 'nothing had happened' but admitted to they somewhat kicking my seat. I had forgotten about the rude seat-kicking part and got all excited again. So the girl let me add it to the report as a P.S., and brought me a nice bottle of water and an Advil for the headache I had. Then I gave her some of the gushers (from USA) I was going to give to Franny or Jon.
Petra was nice to talk to. She apologized to me on behalf of those guys who were jerks.
It was kind of fun to call my friends later to explain why we had missed each other and to say "do you remember hearing any yelling (me) during the opening credits, and the movie pausing? I can tell you why..."
In retrospect I can make these observations: one. were I in that guy's shoes, I'd likely be a bit irritated too, if the person blocking my view didn't move back after politely asking her twice. Two. The guy never really asked nicely. He only complained. Three. While sitting back in my seat, I measured with my eyes to see how much of the screen would be blocked if the person in front of me sat forward on her seat and it wasn't more than a couple of centimeters. Four. There's no justifying or excusing throwing water at someone when you're mad at them (I would let some chair-kicking slide). Five. There may have been some "lost-in-translation" going on. Perhaps the guy got just little less patient after I appeared to be ignoring him? I don't know.
Six. It's not every day you get to yell at the people behind you in a nice movie theater during Harry Potter 7:1 opening credits.
At least I'm getting a kick out of telling my story to people. haha. I was bummed though, for not getting to meet up with Franny and Jon.