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This is kind of an older story, but another story I just read on here reminded me of it.
Went to a movie with the husband and our friend, V. I'm sitting between the gents. The place was very full, so it was hard to tell who was with who. Frat boy type behind me starts kicking the hell out of the back of my seat.
I give him time to settle himself, he never does. I turn around and make eye contact with him. He stops. The gents I'm with have no idea anything is going on at this point. It was a very noisy action movie.
5 minutes later, he's at it again. Now, when I say he's kicking my chair, I don't mean he's squirming and bumping me occasionally. I mean he's kicking me hard enough to shove me forward in my seat. I turn around again.
Me: Could you please stop kicking my chair?
He just looks at me with the same expression you get from cows when they are bored. So did his date.
Five minutes later, he's at it again in full swing.
Me: Excuse me, Sir? Knock it off now. I'd didn't come here to be hassled by you, so I'm asking you to leave me alone. At this point, they guys clue in that Something Unpleasant was about to go down.
Think that helped? Would I be typing this if it did?
Five minutes later, he practically dumps me onto the floor. In one smooth move, I put my drink in the holder, sweep off my glasses and drop them into V's breast pocket, and haul myself around in my seat, leaning out so my face is about 4 inches from his.
Me: (yelling) You having fun hassling the little four eyed broad, C
cksucker? That make your dk hard? Kick my chair one more time, mother fer, just ONE MORE TIME! PLEASE! KICK IT! KICK IT, YOU FKING LIMPDCKED COWARD! KICK MY CHAIR!!!!
I hung there in his face for a few seconds. He was like
His date was like 
: I spun around and sat back down like nothing had happened.
At that point, my husband turned around in his seat, leaned an arm over the back casually, and addressed the guy directly, who was still sitting there with a tasered look on his face.
Husband: "Dude. What's with you hassling my wife? She asked you several times to leave her alone. Stop being a dick." He then turns to the guy's date and says, "What the HELL are you doing with this guy? Can you not do any better, for God's sake? Geez!" Then he turns around like nothing happened.
V had already taken his glasses off and put both his and mine in the cupholder. He figured things were going to get really ugly really soon.
There was an extremely pregnant pause where a lot of things could have happened but didn't. Then asshole couple got up and moved.
If you can believe the guy came up and apologized after the movie ended, that's exactly what he did. The guys accepted his apology. I have to admit that it was one of the only times in my life I did NOT accept an apology. I waved him off and walked past him. Not my usual MO. He didnt' apologize because he was sorry. He apologized because he realized he wasn't going to get laid that night unless he did. He was trying to salvage his date. You know what? Screw him. If I'd sat there and taken it, I promise you no apology would have been forthcoming. No, he was getting off being a bully. And bullies freak out when they get confronted. He saw a little glasses-wearing chick and two bookish looking men and thought "I can abuse these geeks and feel like a big man." I shit from great height on his kind.
Ass.
This is kind of an older story, but another story I just read on here reminded me of it.
Went to a movie with the husband and our friend, V. I'm sitting between the gents. The place was very full, so it was hard to tell who was with who. Frat boy type behind me starts kicking the hell out of the back of my seat.
I give him time to settle himself, he never does. I turn around and make eye contact with him. He stops. The gents I'm with have no idea anything is going on at this point. It was a very noisy action movie.
5 minutes later, he's at it again. Now, when I say he's kicking my chair, I don't mean he's squirming and bumping me occasionally. I mean he's kicking me hard enough to shove me forward in my seat. I turn around again.
Me: Could you please stop kicking my chair?
He just looks at me with the same expression you get from cows when they are bored. So did his date.
Five minutes later, he's at it again in full swing.
Me: Excuse me, Sir? Knock it off now. I'd didn't come here to be hassled by you, so I'm asking you to leave me alone. At this point, they guys clue in that Something Unpleasant was about to go down.
Think that helped? Would I be typing this if it did?
Five minutes later, he practically dumps me onto the floor. In one smooth move, I put my drink in the holder, sweep off my glasses and drop them into V's breast pocket, and haul myself around in my seat, leaning out so my face is about 4 inches from his.
Me: (yelling) You having fun hassling the little four eyed broad, C
cksucker? That make your dk hard? Kick my chair one more time, mother fer, just ONE MORE TIME! PLEASE! KICK IT! KICK IT, YOU FKING LIMPDCKED COWARD! KICK MY CHAIR!!!!I hung there in his face for a few seconds. He was like
His date was like : I spun around and sat back down like nothing had happened. At that point, my husband turned around in his seat, leaned an arm over the back casually, and addressed the guy directly, who was still sitting there with a tasered look on his face.
Husband: "Dude. What's with you hassling my wife? She asked you several times to leave her alone. Stop being a dick." He then turns to the guy's date and says, "What the HELL are you doing with this guy? Can you not do any better, for God's sake? Geez!" Then he turns around like nothing happened.
V had already taken his glasses off and put both his and mine in the cupholder. He figured things were going to get really ugly really soon.
There was an extremely pregnant pause where a lot of things could have happened but didn't. Then asshole couple got up and moved.
If you can believe the guy came up and apologized after the movie ended, that's exactly what he did. The guys accepted his apology. I have to admit that it was one of the only times in my life I did NOT accept an apology. I waved him off and walked past him. Not my usual MO. He didnt' apologize because he was sorry. He apologized because he realized he wasn't going to get laid that night unless he did. He was trying to salvage his date. You know what? Screw him. If I'd sat there and taken it, I promise you no apology would have been forthcoming. No, he was getting off being a bully. And bullies freak out when they get confronted. He saw a little glasses-wearing chick and two bookish looking men and thought "I can abuse these geeks and feel like a big man." I shit from great height on his kind.
Ass.
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