I had a new experience in rudeness last night as I waited in the popcorn line at the New Beverly Theater. It was a David Lynch double feature: Lost Highway and Mulholland Drive. I was looking forward to a respite after the emotionally taxing (and ongoing) move.
I was cranky. My place was a mess with boxes, my new home office (kitchen style) was bare bones. I had spent the morning running around getting my Brazilian Visa. My internet was giving me dial-up speeds. The dog was upset and being bratty. Work wasn't pulling any punches either. At least I had another 2 weeks in LA before the mother of all travels. All I wanted to do is stare at a screen at a more surreal Los Angeles than the one I live in/created.
The popcorn line is around the corner into the theater. We go get our seats and ponder getting in it. It's not getting any shorter. Finally, I say I'll do it, weave my way through the seats to the line. I'm in no mood to talk to anyone. I want the damn popcorn and red vines and that's it. I didn't come to a movie theater to be social.
So as noted before, the popcorn line is quite long. Anyone who sees it, understands that's the situation. You don't want to wait in line, don't wait in line! As I walk up to join the end, a large woman walks into the theater. Her arms are full of snacks and two bottles of coconut water. She questions everyone, are you the end of the line? are you the end of the line? Well, I was the end of the line. At which point, she asks/declares/demands in no uncertain terms that I hold her a spot in line behind me while she goes to get her seat. I tell her that I disagree and that I will not do that. That if she wants to get in line, get in line now or come back and take your chances. She insists that I hold her spot. I tell her in no uncertain terms I will not do that, but I will convey her request to the people that get in line behind me and they can decide.
After five minutes or so (the line is moving s.l.o.w.) she returns and demands her spot. There are now 5 people behind me. During her 5 minute absence I have communicated the situation to the guy behind me. As he is a nice person, he allows her to get in line. She is not in it more than 1 minute before asking him to save her spot while she does something (I did not hear her reason). She leaves the line (again!) and does not return until she is the 3rd person in line (another 10 minutes or more).
W.T.F. woman?!
You've just taken the prize for the rudest person I've had the pleasure of encountering in this city!
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