I went to the movie theater the other weekend to enjoy a show. While there, the man sitting directly in front of me was yakking into his cell phone. It didn’t bother me that much since it was prior to the movie’s start, as I had hopes that he’d stop once the movie began. However, my hopes soon faded, as despite the start of the movie, the man kept yakking into his cell phone.
Since this movie theater sported stadium style seating, I leaned forward and tapped the man on the shoulder. “Excuse me,” I began, “Do you mind ending your phone call or at least taking it outside of the theater?”
“Bite me, douchebag,” was his response. He then continued yakking into his cell phone.
Since this had happened to me in a previous theater experience, I had come well prepared this time for just such an event. Before coming to the theater, I had consumed some chili, pickled eggs and beer, not to mention dressed in a Scottish kilt with only a jock strap underneath.
2006-11-15
00:02:59
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I slouched back in my seat, tilted my pelvis and spread my knees. I then let go with a forceful blast of gas, actually blowing the man’s hair forward. The man stopped yammering on his cell phone and turned around to look at me, opening his mouth as if to say something. Apparently that is when the stench of my gas hit home, as he turned green, got up and immediately ran for the theater exit. No doubt he was headed for the bathroom or nearest garbage can to throw up.
“You stupid jerk,” spouted off the man who was sitting beside him, “What the hell did you do that for?”
I merely angled my pelvis a little more to aim for this fellow, following through with a second expulsion of gas. Unlike the first burst, this one was a little wetter, speckling the other man’s face with some spunk. He also turned green and ran out quickly, presumably to join his friend in the heaving process.
After all the commotion, I was able to enjoy the rest of the movie in peace.
2006-11-15
00:03:18 ·
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