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Post by Spiderdancer on Mar 3, 2006 19:56:52 GMT -5
Next article: "Sue and Ms. Jellybean: Have They Ever Been Seen Together in Public?"
Seriously though. Sorry.
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Post by pfrsue on Mar 3, 2006 21:44:58 GMT -5
Well I do have a weedeater or whacker or eradicator, or whatever you call it. Not good with a chain link fence though. Lots of ballistic plastic debris kicking back. Busted my lip actually.
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Post by PoolMan on Mar 5, 2006 19:14:34 GMT -5
Very on topic. Thank you blinkfan.
No seriously, stick to the topics, and everything will be okay. Which is why everyone is talking about weedeaters on a thread dedicated to movie theater ettiquette...
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Post by Head Mutant on Mar 5, 2006 22:11:38 GMT -5
Did someone say... HOVERBOARD?
No... no, I guess not.
But still, I can dream. *hoverboard*
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Post by dajaymann on Mar 6, 2006 21:38:37 GMT -5
Yeah...I, uh...feel kinda awkward being the one to finally bring the thread back on topic but I felt it needed to be done:
What's amazing to me is that I've had so few awful experiences in theaters, especially since the wife (then girlfriend) and I saw pretty much every movie released to theaters between '99 and 2001 (for free, too - she worked for theater, we moved, then I worked for the theater where we moved). Maybe I'm just lucky. Maybe I'm just an excessively laid back kinda guy.
My wife, however, is neither laid back or excessive. The couple of times she's been ticked at someone in a theater I was scared she was going to get into some physical confrontation with someone. One time it was a bunch of girls sitting right behind us, repeatedly kicking the back of wifey's seat. Another time, stupid college girl answering her cell phone in the movie and announcing "What was that? I can't hear in here!" There have been a couple of others, but I can't seem to remember them. Probably because I blocked it from my memory. The lesson? Don't tick off my wife, especially during a movie.
Another place where rudeness abounds, at least to me, is at Wal-Mart or whatever grocery store you may frequent, but especially Wal-Mart. I call it Cart Rage. You know, when people and their carts clog up the aisles and you can't get through and all you want is some ramen and you have to end up going down the next aisle and backtrack because people just can't respond to repeated "Excuse me"s or the obligitory Patient Stare of Ramen Need.
I don't know what it is, but shoppers at Wal-Mart just bug me. It doesn't help that when I make that blanket statement, I must include myself as a Wal-Mart shopper as well.
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