Okay, so I’m going to the movies. Seems that a lot of my frustration here lately has involved me going to the movies. Anyway, I walk in and there’s no one in the theater. So I grab a seat in the middle of the house. Between that time and the start of the trailers, about 50 people or so come in. There are 350 seats in the theater. Where did they all want to sit? Right around me. I actually had people sitting right beside me and I mean RIGHT beside me. There are at least 299 seats all around this theater and everyone has to sit close to me.
Now, I know what you’re saying, “Frank, you must be such a loveable guy, right?” Fuck that, I am not all that loveable, hence me not having a girlfriend right now.
“Well, why didn’t you just get up and move?” Why should I? Dammit, I was there first, why should I get up and move from the seat that I wanted?
Oh yeah, did I mention that three girls (and I mean girls, couldn’t be out of their teens) come waltzing in laughing loudly and did not stop until about midway through the movie? I wanted to ask these girls exactly what had they been smoking because I really needed some.
Okay, that’s my bitch session for the evening. I feel better now. The urge to kick puppies and tell small children that I killed Santa has passed..