Today at the movie, there were a group of fat, spoiled teenaged boys sitting behind me. They were MST3King the movie, and I got tired of it. I turned around and said, "Shut the fuck up, please." They shut up so quickly I think I heard their teeth click.
After the movie, I was walking out, and the intrepid trio was walking in front of me. Their esprit d'escalier was strong, and they were nattering on about telling me to shut up and turn around and watch my language. The tallest of them came up somewhere about my jaw. After a few steps, I figured it would be amusing to introduce myself. "What would you have said to me, fat little boys?" I asked, politely offering them a chance to tell me what was what.
Then they ran.
I'll admit that I was a bit disappointed. I had a mouth on me when I was a child, but if someone had stepped to me like that, I'd have at least had the testicular fortitude to speak up. I might have gotten pounded, but I'd not have acted like a little bitch.
I weep for the next generation.
After the movie, I was walking out, and the intrepid trio was walking in front of me. Their esprit d'escalier was strong, and they were nattering on about telling me to shut up and turn around and watch my language. The tallest of them came up somewhere about my jaw. After a few steps, I figured it would be amusing to introduce myself. "What would you have said to me, fat little boys?" I asked, politely offering them a chance to tell me what was what.
Then they ran.
I'll admit that I was a bit disappointed. I had a mouth on me when I was a child, but if someone had stepped to me like that, I'd have at least had the testicular fortitude to speak up. I might have gotten pounded, but I'd not have acted like a little bitch.
I weep for the next generation.
blackeyeddog:
Talking in movies drives me nuts, and I have to admit that about 2/3 of the time I'll say "shut the fuck up, please" and 1/3 of the time I'll just let it happen. But one of these days, saying STFU is going to get me shot.