On Friday, I was reminded why when it's all said and done, I need a man who is capable of handling his business in the event a "situation" should arise...or in case I get to running my damn mouth with little or no thought to the danger that could accompany said mouth-running. You know, one of my grandfathers was called "Gabby" by some of his friends for his propensity for talking trash. He was a man who could back his up, but still, people knew he liked to run his mouth. I do too and for the most part I can back mine up, except for maybe I wouldn't fare so well with a group of teenaged boys high on weed. Let me set the scene for you.
My plantation job hosted our holiday luncheon on Friday. We were done by 2pm and boy was I excited. I had a ton of things to do in preparation for my trip down South next week, so I set off to get to it. I ran some errands and did some shopping for a few hours and then decided to go catch the 7pm screening of "Beowulf". Which is freaking awesome by the way. I was very impressed. I saw it in 3-D and they even gave us the little glasses to get that in you face effect. Very cool. Anyway, I figured it wouldn't be too crowded because the movie has been out for a few weeks and I was catching a relatively early show. So, I walk into the theater, not feeling all that great anyway because a cold was starting to set in, but I figured slowing down a couple of hours to enjoy a film should help me feel a little better.
There was a white couple sitting on the bottom row of the stadium seating and a family sitting down on the floor seats. As I made my way up the stadium seating to get my favorite spot in the middle, I spotted a group of four or five teenaged boys of maybe about 15, 16 years old. One of them was about 12, probably the younger brother of one of the boys. So, they are just chatting it up and you know how teenaged boys love attention, so they really got loud when I sat down. Just trying to be funny and whitty [translation: sounding like some obnoxious little assholes] and carrying on really badly. But, the movie hadn't started, so I didn't really think much of it. I figured, I'm not exactly in the hood, so they'll "simmer down" when the movie starts. When the previews started and they were still going at it, I realized two things. They probably weren't going to get quiet and they had probably shared a blunt before they came into the theater. Dayum! If I know one thing, it's that you can't really talk reason to a high individual.
Anyway, so the movie starts and I have my little glasses on all "oohing and awing" as the visuals took stabs at me through the screen. I'm telling you, if you haven't seen the movie, go see it, but make sure you see it in either 3-D or iMAX. The jackasses were still making noise. Getting on my damn nerves more and more by the second and the fact that my Aunt Flo was on the way only made my fuse even shorter.
I thought about going to the front desk to tell on them, but thought, "Gosh, have I gotten so old that I will now go and rat out the "noisy" people in the theater?" Then, I thought about just leaving, getting a pass at the front desk and coming back another day, but Aunt Flo whispered in my ear, "Hell no! You paid your $12 damn dollars and this movie is damn good! You shouldn't have to leave! They need to shut the fu$k up!" So, in a moment that can only be counted among the times I must have had a semi-conscious blackout, I turned my head to the right and yelled, "Shut.UP!!!!" in what must have been my most white girl sounding voice [in hindsight]. Bad, bad move. Had I been thinking, I would have put a little grit in my voice and said something like, "Would ya'll shut the fuck up!!!?" That would have really gotten their attention and we could have just dealt with the situation head on. Security would have come after the white folks went and told on us and the jackasses would have been escorted out, all of the rest of us law-abiding, socially conscious folks given passes to see the film another day and all's well that ends well. Instead, it went like this...
They kept making noise and in fact, got more and more obnoxious. I'm talking about, these little shits talked the whole.entire.time. I had horrible flashbacks to my days of babysitting teaching in Baltimore. I was furious because I really couldn't leave then. I didn't want to face the fact that I'd become "one of them" [a real tattle-taling adult] and I didn't know whether a well thrown box of Raisinettes was going to smack me upside the damn head as I walked out. I was taking a big risk sitting down below them with my back turned, but I had a feeling they were some geeks who were trying to show off, so they weren't going to do anything too crazy. So, I sat there and suffered--pissed at The Iteration, mad at the white boy who was with the sister down in front of me because he didn't have the balls to tell them to shut up and mad that at that point in my life, if I needed for my own big strong man to come and crack some skulls, it wouldn't happen because I didn't have one.
I did my best to tune the assholes out and ten minutes before the movie ended, they left. I'd like to think they left because they thought I was going to get all up in their asses once the movie was over, but one of my friends said they probably left because they were going to sneak into another movie. She doesn't know what the hell she's talking about. They knew what was going to happen. When the film was over, I went to the guest services desk and made them give me a pass for a return visit. I'm not going to see "Beowulf" again because I was able to enjoy it well enough, so I'll probably check out "Atonement" or whatever is out by the time I get back from down South next week.
At least I didn't catch a beat down. How was your weekend? --SUGAR
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