Friday, August 8, 2008

Hancock and Rotten Karma

Ok, my luck is just awful lately. Tonight, Jon and I traded out so we could see a movie. This means that he stays home with Savy while I go to see a movie; then I come home and he goes to see a movie. Tonight I went to see Hancock. I got there early, so I got the good seat...the one behind the handicapped row with the bar that you can put your feet up on. There were a total of four people in the theatre when I sat down. Four more walked in after I sat down. So that's a total of 9 people (including myself) in the theatre....that's practically empty. So this woman walks in with her two teenage daughters. Where do they sit? Right behind me, of course. That in itself bugs me. Why would you sit RIGHT BEHIND ME in a practically empty theatre? Have you ever heard of personal space? I will not sit within 2 rows of another person (unless I came in with them) in a nearly empty theatre. Just ask Krista if you don't believe me...remember how we had to change seats when we went to see SATC? Not only did they sit right behind me, but one of the girls kicked my seat periodically throughout the whole movie. Yes, I could have moved, but then I would not have been able to put my feet up.

What is it with me and movie theatre karma? I looked forward to the second movie in the Lord of the Rings trilogy for a whole year. When it finally came out, the whole experience was miserable. There were two giggly, obnoxious teenage girls sitting right behind me who talked very loudly through the entire movie. There was a married couple sitting right beside me having an argument/shouting match. The woman got up and left the man sitting there. He then moved into her seat (to get further away from the annoying teenagers behind me) and took my drink with him. He took a drink before I could say anything, realized it was not his drink, and then tried to give it back to me! I finally got up in the middle of the movie and went outside to complain about the girls. I told the manager where they were sitting, then went back to my seat. The stupid manager went to the wrong side of the theatre, looked around for about 30 seconds, then left.

Back before theatres had stadium seating, the tallest person there would always sit directly in front of me. If there is anyone drunk, loud, flatulent, or just stupid in general in the building, they are bound to park themselves mere inches from me. I was nearly set on fire in a movie theatre back in 1989 when I went to see "The Burbs" with a friend. When I was very little, my parents took me to see Bambi in the local theater...something happened to the film and they were unable to show the movie (yes, Mom, I remember that!).

So, the movie ended (it was really good, btw) and I went to my car. The battery was dead.

It's a curse. And it's not the only thing I've been cursed with. Once upon a time, I stepped in gum at least once a day (usually 3 or 4 times daily) every single day for 5 days straight. There was a brief period where I got pooped on by birds for three consecutive days. And don't get me started on the condom curse (aka the huge grocery sack full of condoms that followed me across two towns)! Why do these things happen to me?

Jon is seeing Pineapple Express right now. I'll be seeing that one soon, I hope...the trailers look really funny.

1 comment:

Jennifer said...

OK, I needed a laugh this morning. Although it is probably not funny to you, you provided entertainment. As always, great blog.