One of my favourite things to do is to go to the movies. Obviously not for the movie but for the popcorn. The biggest bag with layered butter that I take out bank loan to be able to afford. The theatre is like my own personal Disneyworld, my happiest place on earth. That is until low-brow hillbilly trash enter the theatre and my focus leaves my bag of happiness.
One of my biggest pet peeves is cell phone use in the theatre.
You are not that important!
Unless you are the director of the movie, calling the studio to inform them something had gone terrible wrong in editing, keep your ‘P.O.S’ phone in your Wal-Mart jeans pocket and keep er’ down, I got my arm elbow deep in popcorn and I need to focus!
In the good ol’ U.S of A a they will toss your trailer park self out of the theatre with no refund if they catch you on your phone. And in this brilliant case below, they will then turn your angry message to the theatre into a PSA.
Dear Alamo Drafthouse Theatre, I love you!
Mr Fab uttery
