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Went to see Avatar in 3D yesterday (cool CG and 3D effects, but a cliche plot), and everywhere I looked I had sightings!
Before I even left, it started.
I feel bad for my landlord
I really do. I mean, the guy's got bills to pay, and he'll work with his tenants, but he gets taken advantage of so much.
When I saw him, he apparently was finishing up an arguement with a neighbor in the next building over.
Landlord: "Do you need to get more money or something?"
Tenant: "No, I have it all, I just don't know where it went..."
Landlord threw up his arms and walked away, while the tenant kept calling out her (very weak) excuses. "I have the money! It's not here, but I have it! ..." (Err...then you don't really have it, now do you?) Then she slammed the door shut. Hmmm...guess she didn't sell enough drugs last month? (Yes, she is a drug dealer; she tried to sell us some when we first moved in; so did a bunch of our other neighbors....oh yeah, I live in a real classy neighborhood!)
Don't ignore the line and glare at ME for it
When we made it to the theatre, we were behind the don't-move-when-the-line-moves guy. He would space out, eventually notice that the line had progressed, and then turn and GLARE at me(!) before moving up with the line. Keep in mind, I wasn't crowding him at all. I kept a socially-acceptable amount of space between us and then some.
The line wasn't long, but it was moving slooooooow! It was taking no less than a minute per person!
Hubby: "How long does it take to get tickets to a 3D movie?"
Me: *observing the ticket lady's and customers' gestures*
Me: "Perhaps they didn't realize it's an exta $3.50 for the 3D?"
Hubby: "Yeah, you're probably right."
Me: "Though you'd have to be pretty dumb not to realize it costs extra. I mean, you have to pay for the glasses; they don't just pull those out of their asses! Duh, it's going to cost extra!"
The guy ahead of us at this point has his head cocked like he's listening. Cue him tensing up and leaning forward towards the ticket prices. It's now us, him, and one couple at the ticket counter. As that couple is finishing, the guy ahead of us glances around, GLARES at me again!, and then bails.
Not sure if Hubby and I were right about what was taking everyone else so long, but we got our tickets very quickly.
Minor brain burp on my part
I hate people who run on auto and give inappropriate responses to your script just as much as everyone else, but d*mn it, I could not stop myself!
Ticket taker: "You'll be in theatre 3, second door on the left, blah blah blah, enjoy the movie!"
Me: "Thanks, you too."
I get about two steps.
Me: "Wait, no! Gah! I mean, have a nice day! What? Argh!!!"
At least the guy had a very good laugh at my expense.
Can't...breathe...need...air...
We sit down and are waiting for the movie, when a horrible stench assaulted my nostrils. I soon found seated next to me a most vile creature. Now, I work with several pack-a-day smokers, my in-laws are pack-a-day smokers, so I'm used to smelling very heavy smokers. This unkempt...thing...smelled at least 10 times worse than the heaviest smoker I know. This Smokestack Creature severely needed to do some laundry, or at least spray a little Febreeze around.
If that only was his only offense...Smokestack Creature kept brushing up against my thigh, and I'm not sure it was entirely accidental.
At the risk of appearing rude, I was about to ask Hubby if we could move a few more seats down, this...thing...stank THAT badly. Fortunately, Fate smiled on me. The people in the row ahead of us decided they were too close, so Smokestack Creature and his sidekick decided to ooze up a row. The thing was now downwind and I could breathe. Unfortunately, as it sat down, I was given a lovely view of it's sweaty, nasty ass.
Remember kids, say no crack - wear a belt!
That was...pointless?
Not quite two hours into the movie, a couple of guys came in and sat next to us. Not sure if they were sneaking in or just moved from another set of seats, but they vanished just before the big final battle scene. Not sure what was up with that...
Before I even left, it started.
I feel bad for my landlord
I really do. I mean, the guy's got bills to pay, and he'll work with his tenants, but he gets taken advantage of so much.
When I saw him, he apparently was finishing up an arguement with a neighbor in the next building over.
Landlord: "Do you need to get more money or something?"
Tenant: "No, I have it all, I just don't know where it went..."
Landlord threw up his arms and walked away, while the tenant kept calling out her (very weak) excuses. "I have the money! It's not here, but I have it! ..." (Err...then you don't really have it, now do you?) Then she slammed the door shut. Hmmm...guess she didn't sell enough drugs last month? (Yes, she is a drug dealer; she tried to sell us some when we first moved in; so did a bunch of our other neighbors....oh yeah, I live in a real classy neighborhood!)
Don't ignore the line and glare at ME for it
When we made it to the theatre, we were behind the don't-move-when-the-line-moves guy. He would space out, eventually notice that the line had progressed, and then turn and GLARE at me(!) before moving up with the line. Keep in mind, I wasn't crowding him at all. I kept a socially-acceptable amount of space between us and then some.
The line wasn't long, but it was moving slooooooow! It was taking no less than a minute per person!
Hubby: "How long does it take to get tickets to a 3D movie?"
Me: *observing the ticket lady's and customers' gestures*
Me: "Perhaps they didn't realize it's an exta $3.50 for the 3D?"
Hubby: "Yeah, you're probably right."
Me: "Though you'd have to be pretty dumb not to realize it costs extra. I mean, you have to pay for the glasses; they don't just pull those out of their asses! Duh, it's going to cost extra!"
The guy ahead of us at this point has his head cocked like he's listening. Cue him tensing up and leaning forward towards the ticket prices. It's now us, him, and one couple at the ticket counter. As that couple is finishing, the guy ahead of us glances around, GLARES at me again!, and then bails.
Not sure if Hubby and I were right about what was taking everyone else so long, but we got our tickets very quickly.
Minor brain burp on my part
I hate people who run on auto and give inappropriate responses to your script just as much as everyone else, but d*mn it, I could not stop myself!
Ticket taker: "You'll be in theatre 3, second door on the left, blah blah blah, enjoy the movie!"
Me: "Thanks, you too."
I get about two steps.
Me: "Wait, no! Gah! I mean, have a nice day! What? Argh!!!"
At least the guy had a very good laugh at my expense.
Can't...breathe...need...air...
We sit down and are waiting for the movie, when a horrible stench assaulted my nostrils. I soon found seated next to me a most vile creature. Now, I work with several pack-a-day smokers, my in-laws are pack-a-day smokers, so I'm used to smelling very heavy smokers. This unkempt...thing...smelled at least 10 times worse than the heaviest smoker I know. This Smokestack Creature severely needed to do some laundry, or at least spray a little Febreeze around.
If that only was his only offense...Smokestack Creature kept brushing up against my thigh, and I'm not sure it was entirely accidental.
At the risk of appearing rude, I was about to ask Hubby if we could move a few more seats down, this...thing...stank THAT badly. Fortunately, Fate smiled on me. The people in the row ahead of us decided they were too close, so Smokestack Creature and his sidekick decided to ooze up a row. The thing was now downwind and I could breathe. Unfortunately, as it sat down, I was given a lovely view of it's sweaty, nasty ass.
Remember kids, say no crack - wear a belt!That was...pointless?
Not quite two hours into the movie, a couple of guys came in and sat next to us. Not sure if they were sneaking in or just moved from another set of seats, but they vanished just before the big final battle scene. Not sure what was up with that...
), but nobody ever tried to sell us anything.
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