So, last night I decided that since it was down to one showing a day at our local theater, it was important for me to go see "Hellboy 2" again before it goes out of theaters. The nightly showing is at 9:20. So after getting home from seeing
ursule and
glasseye, I dropped off my stuff and ran back out to the movie, got my ticket, and slipped into the back-row just as the opening trailers ended. Perfect timing!
Unfortunately, my choice of seating was apparently
not perfect. I'd taken the empty right-hand back row on the theory that since I was alone, I might as well enjoy my alone-ness and have nobody around me. This was quickly foiled by some guy (henceforth known as "Asshat") showing up about 5 minutes in, plopping down next to me, and leaning over very much into my space to loudly whisper "What did I miss?"
...Excuse me? I don't know this guy, what the
hell does he think he's doing? There's a whole empty row on the
other side of the aisle - why must he plunk himself down next to me? But I decide that politeness is the better track than saying all of that, so I hiss "Not much." (Which is more or less true - he'd come in right after the puppet bit and hit the end of the opening credits). "What? Just watch?"
"Not. Much," I hiss again. He natters something about having seen the first movie, I ignore him, he goes quiet for a minute and then disappears out the door again. I, thinking perhaps this was a bizarre practical joke, settle in to enjoy the movie.
( I should have known that my luck just isn't that good. )Long story short... Asshats the world over, take notice: If a girl is sitting in the back row of a theater all alone, she is
not looking for company. She's looking to enjoy a movie alone. Let her.
I just have this
awful feeling Asshat is one of those guys who goes on about how he
tries to talk to women, but we're all stuck-up bitches who don't appreciate his efforts. Eugh.
Also, GIP. I want my own personal Delgado!Master to scold the horrible rude people of the world. XD