Passive-agressive man at the movies last night 54 x 365

When you began talking loudly during the opening credits I could have tried ignoring you, but instead I asked you if you planned on talking through the entire film. You said no. So you clicked your pen, sighed vociferously, wriggled audibly and flipped the seat between us up and down.

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Indigo Bunting said…
I have a friend (in Maryland!) who believes he may have to stop going to the movies because of the unbelievable rudeness and noise of Other People.
11/7/06, 1:54 PM
Bridgett said…
If only he read your blog!
11/9/06, 3:23 PM
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