Lets pretend I'm creating a new intro to the movie theater... you know the one that kindly reminds people to turn off their cell phones and that they are more than welcome to purchase drinks and snacks in the lobby... except... take out the kindly part and put the intro at the end of the movie when the audience is leaving and you get in a rather high pitched somewhat squeaky voice...
"Welcome to Baton Rouge's Rave Motion Pictures Theaters... where people have issues with sitting in their seats and actually *watching* a movie and nobody knows how to shut the f*ck up"
Can you believe those words came out of my mouth... well they did. As we were leaving the theater and walking down the stairs, I strategically placed myself right next to the group of morons that disrupted the movie so much that not only was a manager called in... but a police officer. That is a cryin' shame that people are so misbehaved that they get the cops called on them IN A MOVIE THEATER! There was that group of people, the sorority girls in the row in front of us who just would NOT be quiet... squealing like little piggies at every opportunity. Then there were a lot of people that were incapable of making it through the movie without excusing theirselves for gay sex in the bathroom. Are people so insecure that they can't make it to the toilet without someone holding their hands? Nevermind that... why did they have to stomp around like a troup of elephants let loose. This tops the 13 year olds that let their $600 cell phones ring because "they're so cool".
Call me brazen, call me stupid I don't care... sure there's a creepy girl crawling around in a well... terrifying all and leaving people all wriggily faced. Even still nothing is as frightening than the wrath of Cynthia let loose. I'm all riled up now.
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