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Originally Posted by canuckguy
Last movie I saw at a theater was Godzilla if that tells you how often I go. I hate the sound of people eating popcorn with their mouth open
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Amen. I nearly dread going to the movies because if you choose to not pay $10.00 for popcorn and a drink, you have to listen to people smacking their mouths and the disgusting odor of popcorn buttered to the point of atmospheric saturation. It's incredibly annoying, it reminds me of how Howard Hughes freaks the fuck out in The Aviator when the paparazzi start snapping photos of him on the red carpet. Totally insane.
Also, I have little tolerance for people talking at the movies. If they chat a little bit, it's ok, everyone slips here and there. But if they chat the entire movie or laugh out loud at sad parts in the movie, I take immediate action. I'll probably get shot one day, but I swear by this: 95% of the people that are rude in public can't take the heat when you slip it back to them. I hate when people just bend over and take it in the ass - whether it be rude people at the theater, or any public place.
Reminds me of the last time I got truly pissed - me and my wife (then girlfriend) were watching a movie on campus back in college and these frat boys were purposely talking really loud and laughing hysterically at the sad parts of the movie we were watching. They would also critique the movie like Mystery Science Theater 3000. I put up with about 15 minutes of it before I turned around and just blurted out "SHUT THE FUCK UP. YOU'RE NOT FUNNY. I DIDN'T PAY 7 DOLLARS TO HEAR YA'LL JACK YOURSELVES OFF BACK THERE, SHUT THE FUCK UP OR LEAVE"
They got up and left! The end.
Same thing happened at Target the other day - this damn lady went apeshit and bitched me out for no reason. The lady was checking out, and I stuck my 12 pack of Diet Mountain Dews on the conveyor belt - about 2 feet away from her stuff.
Her: "do you HAVE to put your stuff with mine??? he's going to get confused and charge me for the wrong item, that's so rude, just take your drinks and put them back in YOUR CART!"
Me: "what??"
Her: "our stuff is going to get mixed together!!!! take your stuff and put it BACK IN YOUR CART!!!"
Me: "I think the cashier can handle this. He can tell the difference between your stuff and mine. Plus, there is 2 feet in between my drinks and your toilet paper."
Then I placed one of those plastic separators in between our stuff -
Then she basically shouts "MOVE YOUR STUFF"
Sooooo I proceeded to shove all of my items into her shit and mix them together to where it was a jambalaya of Target items. The cashier held off a smirk and picked through the pile to ring up her total. She didn't say anything else and left immediately. Fucking bitch.......