We went to see Oceans 13 tonight. It would have been a reasonably good movie except for the asshole sitting in the row in front of us. His cell phone has a backlight that you can read by. I know, because the stupid fuck sat there playing a game on it. We tolerated it until the lights went down and his goddam cellphone did a reasonable imitation of a spotlight at a Hollywood premiere.
I asked him several times to turn it off. Twice he turned and looked at me, the rest of the time he ignored me. After the fourth time, I said I was going to get the management if he didn’t turn it off, which got me a “Fuck you, whitey” in response. I got up, went out front and got a manager. The manager came in and chewed the guy out. The asshat sat there for the rest of the movie turning the cell phone on and off every five minutes or so just to be a jerk. We would have moved, but by that time, the theater was full. And he had other people yelling at him as well besides us.
When the movie was over, he sauntered out and waited for us, looking for trouble. We usually sit through the end credits, so he had to wait for a while. When we came out, he was standing right outside the door. SWMBO needed to pee, so we headed over to the restrooms with him following right behind us. I needed to pee, but chose to hold it rather than have him start something with me in the john.
He slowly headed down the hall toward the exit. When SWMBO came out, she and I waited until he went outside, then waited some more. During the course of our waiting, we struck up a conversation with two cops working security and filled them in on the situation. When we headed out, I put on the jacket that I had slung over my shoulder. The one with the big logo for my Taekwondo school in several places. I heard one cop say to the other, “I gotta see this” and he sauntered out behind us.
We walked out the door. Sure enough, the asshat is out there. He takes two steps toward me, while he starts to yell something. He sees the jacket and literally chokes on his words. I stopped, looked at him, then said, “Have a nice evening. Thanks for ruining ours.” He starts to say something else, then looks over my shoulder and sees the cop coming out the door. He then turns and boogies on down the road.
So what’s the deal? Was this a black vs. white thing? A young vs. old thing? Or just an isolated case of someone who was just born an asshole, then apparently took lessons to improve at it?