I always get stuck next to or by a group of 10 rowdy teenagers that come in right as a movie starts... Once, at Tinseltown in The Woodlands, some punk kid sitting behind me kept throwing popcorn on me. I stood up, turned around looked straight at him, and threw a Sour Patch Kid right at him. I proceeded to go outside, waiting for him to follow me out, but he did nothing. He was trying to show off for a girl he was dating, I guess. What a waste of candy.
That's a pretty funny situation to visualize. The worst time I ever had with talkers, was when these two older ladies came in about 10 minutes late to the movie and sat right next to me. Instead of keeping quiet and watching the movie they started asking me what they had missed! Me= Flabbergasted!
Shut your traps and stop kicking the seats! We're trying to watch the movie! And if I have to tell you again, we're gonna take it outside and I'm gonna show you what it's like! You understand me? Now, shut your mouths or I'll shut'em for ya, and if you think I'm kidding, just try me. Try me. Because I would love it!
