theatre rage
Not only did they hit the seats, talk incessently, but they had the gayest ringtone I've ever heard.
War of the Worlds did NOT need their assistance, as the movie was already headed onto my "should have waited for cable" list...
On a related note: I am like a little scared rabbit when it comes to talking to strangers, crippling cowardess. It's a combination social anxiety disorder and the fear of getting hit over the head with a blunt object. That is changing, slowly, but it is changing.
oh my lord.
i remember when i went to see "frequency" this jackass of a man next to me kept telling his girlfriend what was going to happen before the fact. i gave him the "death-glare from hell" look i inherited from my mother and politely told him to please shut it up.
i think he pissed his pants.