My parents go to the movies – look out drivers!
My parents don’t go to the movies too often. They prefer to watch whatever my brother recommends from the comfort of their Barcaloungers.
Why don’t they watch what I recommend? One word: Borat. My dad still isn’t the same.
There are several reasons why they don’t like watching movies in public.
Dad could do without all the talking and texting from other moviegoers. At home, he likes the remote so he can pause movies when he has to use the bathroom or refill his drink.
“You don’t get that at Regal,” he barked. “Here, at least, when your mother starts a conversation right in the damn middle of a murder scene, I can hit the rewind button.”
Mom doesn’t mind watching a movie in public, but she does miss the subtitles.
“But you don’t watch foreign films,” I said. “Why do you need subtitles?”
“What did you say?” she asked.
‘Nuff said.
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I had a somewhat similar experience with my step-dad: While attempting to turn right on red, he rolled through it like the street’s name was “Jim Avenue” just as a woman pushing a stroller with a 7 month old baby was crossing. The woman freaks out, Jim slams on the breaks, and as he barely passes her by he rolls down the window and screams, “Stupid Broad, get your stroller out of my way! I’m a Veteran for God’s sake!” Needless to say, my husband and I spent the rest of the road trip hunched in the back seat pretending we had no idea what was going on.
Gauranteed this woman posted this experience somewhere.
lmao!! that was funny!!