(Yes, I realize that you'd given up on Topic Tuesday ever resurfacing. Apparently, I found something to gripe about. Alright, alright...something ELSE to gripe about.)
For this installment (and the first in many months) of Topic Tuesday on Monday, I'd like to ask a question.
Maybe you'd like to answer.
Maybe it's a rhetorical question.
Maybe you read the title and didn't even make it this far.
Whatever floats your boat, my friend.
If you've made it this far, my question is this:
What compels a grown person. An adult. A mothering female, no less, to take her 3 year old son to a movie?
No wait, don't answer yet. The question isn't finished.
What compels this person to speak in a normal tone of voice, at a decibal comparable to that of conversation you might have with a person who is standing 3 feet away from you..oh yeah, except she's not having a conversation with a random person standing three feet away from her? She's having this conversation WITH her 3 year old, DURING the movie,...right behind me.
No, no. I'm not done. Don't answer just yet.
Now imagine a second woman who has accompanied this unique person to the theater to allow her, let's call him, 5 year old son to talk (yay verily,) and at times, shout, his wonder and constant amazement to the events and characters as the movie progresses?
Bear with me, please. I'm not done.
I further need assistance in understanding how this second, mature adult feels comfortable in talking, like her 5 year old son, in a conversational volume and tone, as she comments and discusses the movie with her son, her friend, and her friend's son. Oh yes, it was a veritable round table conversation discussion running constantly throughout the entirety of the film. Because certainly, there couldn't have been a sold out movie crowd who came to WATCH THE MOVIE instead of LISTENING TO THEM exclaim to one another, out loud, at every. stinking. scene. in. the. movie.
Ok, now answer. Oh wait, just kidding. I'm not done.
Please explain to me, how I restrained myself from causing a nasty scene in the theater today.
Ok, now.
Go.
2 comments:
Was this at the Marshall theatre? The last time we went there a woman talked on her cell phone in a loud voice for at least 15 minutes of the movie and finally one lady next to us asked her if she could move outside to finish her convo! I wanted to high 5 the lady for doing what I wanted to do...
No Jules. We were at Tinseltown. And it was ridiculous.
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