A Night at the Theatre Ends in Reliving High School

Tonight, I have to ask this. What the hell is up with people and their damn cell phones - No - even better that, their damn PDA's? Today I was over at the Krikorian Movie Theatre in Redlands, California. I was stoked at seeing Batman, mostly because this would be the last time I would see it before going back to Nor Cal. Well, everything was fine. No incident and nothing to worry about. Sure, the line was long and the waiting was killer. But really, it was well worth it. Of course, for the night, it was cool where a couple of the locals were pretty cool. Passed a couple of jokes here and there, and even made several complaints. Great!

Now this is where the fun gets started. In the course of the movie, I didn't remember doing it, because it happened only in so close to second nature. I was thinking about what I was going to do when I got home. I mean, I'm supposed to be fixing and packing my stuff to go up north. That was the deal. Of course, I had to spend money and play slacker for the day, like every other day. Admittedly, that was what boiled down to. And I know my sister and brother-in-law want me to get my act together sometime soon. But that's for another story for another day.

Well, sure, here I was watching the movie, and I whip out my phone and press on the buttons on either side of the thing to light it up and look at the time. I see missed call, I click past that, and look carefully for only a minute. Sure, that's all I recollect of doing. Plus, we're talking about a cell-phone digital surface screen of only ¾ inch by ¾ inch frame - hardly enough to light up an entire row. I quickly stash it into my pocket. No more than a second.

Then sometime later in the movie, the guy whips out his PDA - friggin thing had to be somewhere in the ballpark of 2 inches by 4 inches for the digital screen that is lit up. And we're talking about something that can really light up. Way better than using a cell phone as a light or even using a typical mini flash light. This thing you can see at your periphery with little problem. Guess what this guy was doing? He was typing in it - and not just typing, it looked like he was texting. Texting? In the middle of a movie? How long was he going to take? A minute, two minutes even? No, it had to have taken at least 2 and half minutes to even text a full sentence. No, this is absolute bullshit. Checking the time was one thing. Texting in the middle of a God damn movie? Absolute bullshit!! I say to the guy "Would mine?" When I said this, apparently he was just done, I think. Or otherwise, he got the message.

After the movie, he confronts me and tells me "What the hell is your problem fool?" Me: "What?" Him: "I don't't see why you got to talk to me like that, dawg. I see you using your phone, so why are you telling to stop using mine?" Me: "I didn't use anything!" His girlfriend (whose fat): "I saw you using it too." Me: "Fine. I'm sorry if I have done the same thing." And this is paraphrasing what had happened. The next thing he says is "Best watch how you talk to me..." My only thoughts were Fuck YOU... I was totally courteous up to that point, and then he says that. It almost felt like he was punking me and treating like some chump teenager from a high school. It was almost as if I was being emasculated and ostracized all over again - like high school never finished. That was going too far. That was utter shit. But what do I do - I say "Hey, I didn't say anything to offend you. That's for sure." What a bitch move on my part.

I might as well where panties underneath my shorts for shits and giggles. 'Cause damn, I'm a pussy. When I got home, all I could think about was how I could have kicked his ass. But didn't. I thought about how I could have rebuttal, but I didn't. I thought about how I could have stabbed him a half a dozen times and played mind games with his potential death - but I didn't. I'm such a wuss- and even worse, I don't even bother working out or take a self defense class. I'm such a panty-waist. Hell, I'm a nerd. So what can I do? About all I can do is laugh that he had a fat, white girlfriend.

If I had to do it all over again, I would have thought to have brought my knife (maybe not - don't want to be arrested, but brass knuckles aren't so bad)... and maybe my old Swiss Geneva watch (to make a point that I wouldn't have someone like him charge me in using my cell phone again). As a side note, this has happened twice before. It happened one time at a different movie theater in Nor Cal, and again at a Billiards with a friend. For now on, I'm going to probably develop a work out plan to get even with the world, and to make sure to never put up with that kind of shit again...