dollar theater people
June 5, 2009
I love movies. Really, I just love em. I love watching them at home, or even, in this day of movie theater assholes who don’t know an inside voice from their, er, assholes, at the theater.
The REAL theater. Cuz there’s a place I simply can’t watch movies. That place is the dollar theater. And it’s not because of the crappy seats or the sticky floors, or the small screens or the scratchy sound. I get all that at the Broadway, but I still like going there.
No, I can’t stand dollar theater PEOPLE.
People who figure the bowling alley is booked with league night and “Hey, it’s just dollar, I can do whatever I want, talk if I want, cuz it’s just a dollar. What movie are we here to see again?”
I want those people to die. Maybe not all the way dead, but I want them to be mostly dead.
See, I’m not at the dollar theater (which I’m not, ever) because it just cost a dollar. I’m there because I missed the movie’s main run, but I still want to see it on the big (relatively speaking) screen.
So, you know. Shut up. Sit still. Stop laughing when it’s not funny. Or, better yet, get the hell out.