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Originally Posted by World's King
People that don't fuckin' talk. You're out of the house. You're surrounded by people talking. Open your fuckin' mouth and say something.
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Some of us are just too shy to talk much when we're not around people we know well. We're not trying to be rude, we're afraid of saying something stupid or offensive. Most of the time, it's just safer not to say anything.
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Movie behavior:
Talking and cell phones, the obvious.
People who take young children into movies not intended for them. I don't care if the movie only cost a dollar, your kids don't belong in a theater if they're not going to be able to sit still and be quiet. While seeing
The Island early this afternoon at the discount theater (all shows a dollar) I noticed a good dozen kids in the 4-7 year old range. Two of them were being allowed by their parents to run around up front playing with light sticks. I love kids, and I have a great deal of affection for kids aroun 5-6 years old, but dammit, if you're going to an adult movie, leave them at home. If you're brinning them with you, go see Herbie or Madagascar.
People who shout lines along with the movie. Yes I realize that you've seen Batman Begins 30 times and know all the lines. Shut the hell up! Some of us have only seen it a dozen times and prefer to hear the actors saying the lines.
Shouting comments at the characters, or for the purpose of entertaining your friends. At
The Skeleton Key a couple of weeks ago, a group of teens came in and one girl kept shouting advice at the screen. Helloooo! This is not an interactive form of entertainment. They can't hear you, and you're disturbing those of us who want to hear the movie. Along with advice girl was a comedian, who periodically would call out a dumb comment, such as
during the climax, "You done got smacked!" (his exact words), which his entourage proceeded to laugh at uproariously and repeat, aloud, several times.
Repeating lines. We heard it. It was funny when the character said it, repeating it does not enhance the humor.
Jay walkers. Yes, I realize the bus stop is a hundred feet or so from the intersection. Would it kill you to walk the extra hundred feet there, cross at the light in the crosswalk, then walk to the bus stop? Cuz it might if you don't.
And if you're going to jay walk, for god's sake go straight across the road, not at an oblique angle from where you are to where you want to be.
Honking to show annoyance, when there is no danger, and when I have done nothing inconsiderate. When making a turn I'm going to wait until
I think it's safe. This is likely longer than you would wait. Honking at me won't make the wait any shorter. Also, when the light turns yellow, I am stopping; I don't care if only two cars got through before the change, a yellow light means stop. I'll be stopping fully at all stop signs, yes, even at 1:00am on the access road to the movie theater.
Clerks in stores who keep reapproaching, or don't leave when I say, "I'm fine", or get proprietary or are just downright rude. I am not
your customer unless you own the store, I am a customer of the store where you work. That you approached me first when I walked into your department does not create an obligation on my part to have you ring up my sale. Last year, I went to Sears during a big sale to get a new refrigerator for one of our rental units. I tell the salesman who approaches me "I'm fine" when he comes up, and he backs off. He reapproaches twice during the next twenty minutes, tries to tell me how to read my Consumer Reports printouts, gives me a card. I pick out what I want , flag down a nearby saleswoman, and as she's ringing up my purchase, the guy who spent close to half an hour annoying me comes over and tries to take over, saying that I was "his customer", which is ridiculous, as I hadn't bought anything from him, and in any case was Sears' customer, not his. The saleswoman asks me if the other guy was helping me. I say, "No," and he glares at me for a moment then stalks off while the woman rings me up. The way he was looking at me, you'd think I was shoplifting, not spending more than 2 grand in his store.
Ahhh, that feels a lot better.
Gilda