Monday, May 15, 2006

My Pet Hates. Chapter One

Often I’m told that I’m too impatient, and get upset about the smallest of things.

Yes, I’m guilty as charged. But, I will defend myself and enlighten you on some of the idiots whom I have to thank for my shortcomings.

Firstly, I have a serious problem in Movie houses. Mostly it is because so many deaf people go to watch movies these days.

Please don’t be shocked and start your accusations with crap like bigotry. You’re thinking; how the hell do deaf people watch a movie? They do, and no, it’s not foreign arty stuff where they’re able to read the subtitles.

You explain to me, how there’s so much fuckin noise while you’re trying to concentrate on following the dialogue in a suspense thriller. The fuckin speakers are huge! If there weren’t walls inclosing the damn theatre you’d be able to hear the sound in fuckin Nigeria, for Christ sakes. Yet, the louder the sound, the louder the talking and rustling of chip and sweet packets. What the fuck? You can only think that these moviegoers have to be deaf. How else can they be that inconsiderate to other people around them?

But, just as I think that deaf people are the problem, a cell phone rings, and then another. Deaf people don’t use cell phones. Do they?

I therefore have to surmise, that there are just a shit load of stupid people in the world. How else can you explain three people having a conversation on their cell phones, in a full movie house, while the movie is on? Hey, Hey?

Next… Don’t stand so close to me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You just touched on my biggest pet peeve of all time.