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Fleas?! Wow. Never caught fleas at the theater, but I can certainly believe it.
I hate all of the above and I'm a firm believer in "sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up," but the one thing that I can't stand that I haven't seen mentioned (after a quick scan of the thread...)
Body odor.
You're in a theater with dozens upon dozens of complete strangers...take the time, make the effort and try not to smell like you just crawled out of a septic tank. Grab the hose, some Lava and go to town, buddy. You deserve a little treat.
I went to the movies this weekend and sat down with my box o' popcorn and soda only to be greeted by a funk that words cannot describe properly. I accidentally released it from its movie plush chair purgatory and it repaid the favor by following me around the movie theater. The worse thing about it--other than the smell, which was stunningly bad--was that everybody I passed thought it was me. Nothing like being blamed for someone elses funk because nobody....no. body. believes you when you try to explain.
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