Do you think you could just move over a seat before you fall asleep?
Your insults show some deep father issues, keturah.
I have to keep asking every 5 pages, where on earth is all the vitriol coming from? This has really touched a nerve, and I can’t understand why for the life of me. I’m worried now that people will fly into an epileptic rage if I don’t mind my social niceties more carefully.
Don’t worry about it. If you post a thread, purportedly to find out whether you acted wrongly and, upon being informed that your act was dickish, you acknowledge the reponses and accept the fact, then no problem.
If you choose to post hundreds of times more, rejecting the opinions you “sought”, well that may end up like this thread.
She was not dickish in her behavior, she was simply exercising her right not to move after being asked by a latecomer to move, even though the latecomer could have seat in the free seats that were available.
It’s just a pile-one. Some are doubtless doing it because all their cool friends are doing it. Others because they’ve been that late asshat who felt entitled to seats they had no right to, but didn’t make a confrontation because they’re pussies IRL, so here’s their chance for second-hand revenge. Some are doubtless doing it because they see their own made-up cultural “rules” as more important than anyone else’s. And others are just dicks because hey, it’s the internet.
The fact that the movie (or heck even the previews) had already started is what really cements it for me. Once the lights go down I think you’re out of luck. Take what seats you can find and suck it up. If you want the seat of your choice next to your companions then at least one of you has to get there on time.
I don’t think so. Most of the posters in this thread agree with the OP. (faithfool, look who comes begging back on her hands and knees, wanting to use your research data.)
A lot of the problem here, I really do believe, comes from different ideas about what is funny. I think when we started laughing at the OP’s side, things got out of hand.
The OP’s side did call names. They called us pussies and candyasses and stuff like that. But that made me laugh, and then that snowballed into cracking more and more jokes to amuse myself.
If faithfool no longer wants to have dinner with me over it, then that’s just more post cake for me.
No, kidding. If faithfool didn’t want to have dinner with me anymore, I would consider that a loss, because I like faithfool.
Somebody had to Godwinize this thread. God knows it died several pages ago…
Well, I for one don’t have any sides or allies in this. I look at the situation as an example of what happens when an irresistible twat meets an immoveable douchebag.
1). Everyone prefers buffer seats. They aren’t however guaranteed with your ticket. Your favorite and/or chosen seat isn’t even guaranteed. You may be asked to move. In a crowded theater, you should in fact anticipate moving to free up space as people come in.
2). If you are late to a movie, you should minimize disruption. It is incumbent upon you to seat yourself as expeditiously as possible with the least disruption. You don’t otherwise lose all rights or expectations for social decency because you are a “latecomer”.
3). If you for some reason are worried about contagious diseases, yours or others, you do not go to a movie theater. You must forgo the chance to see the exciting new picture.
People like those involved in the OP are why the rest of us might get forced into assigned seating. They cannot manage basic social interactions in preference to their demands for their individual “rights”.
His troll did what?
And those five rows in question were perfectly fine as they were above the gap. I originally thought she was talking about the five crap rows in the front. I have sat in those five rows above the gap before, and they’re completely fine.
I still think it would have been slightly better for the OP to move, but it was fine if she said no as there were other fine seats. Then that other couple acted like an asshole. Like she has said, in this case, it was pretty weird that they even asked given that the other seats were fine.
When my Great Grandfather came to this country, he had nothing but pocket change and the clothes on his back. He worked long hours at terrible jobs, for people who despised him and all our kind. But in time he earned enough to buy a simple seat. He passed that seat on to my Grandfather, who built it up from a simple wooden folding chair, to what it is today, with its cupholder and plush leather backing. Then it went to my Father who would have done great things with it had his life not been taken from him by a drunk driver just a year ago. So now it is in my young hands, may God and all the saints help me be worthy of it.
This seat saw Uncle Rafael return from Vietnam, bearing a Silver Star and a head too full of awful memories. It saw Tomas marry Trish, uniting two families with a love as brilliant as the sun. It has been with us for all our triumphs and tragedies, our times of hope and despair, of doubt and faith. It is our safe center in a world of chaos and change.
And now you, you come and ask us to move? To move next to a miasma spewing sick ward? For the sake of two rude baboons who cannot master the simple decency to be punctual and quiet? You say the seat we would move to is identical? Identical!? How dare you, sir or ma’am, how dare you?
I!
WILL!
NOT!
MOVE!
huh. My Wife and I always sit in the first row behind the gap. We always get there early so we can get those seats. IMHO, they are the best seats. Oh well, to each his own.
Those are my favorite too, far enough back to see, no tall people blocking my view and lots of leg room.
I’m at the movies right now (Argo) and the film is about to start. Where would reading and posting to the SDMB fall on the Asshole Scale?
Extreme assholishness. But doing it from a movie theater makes no difference.
I am standingwave! And I see a whole message board of my countrymen, here in defiance of tyranny. You’ve come to fight as free dopers… and free dopers you are. What will you do with that freedom? Will you fight? Aye, fight and you may die. Run, and you’ll live… at least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin’ to trade ALL the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take… OUR SEATS!
You can have my seat when you pry it from my cold, dead arse cheeks.
21 posts to go. You can do it!
This thread is a rather interesting study in human social behavior.
I’m noting some people’s usage of the word “rude” seems to be “anything that inconveniences me”.
When you make a request of someone, you’re acknowledging the fact that they have free will, and the right to make a choice, and that whatever polite response you get is acceptable. That’s why it is a request. Because you come into the situation needing something from someone else, something which you acknowledge belongs to them, be it their time, their personal space, their perfectly natural right to sit in a chair of their choosing, or their possession. When you enter into a situation like that, you’ve already surrendered the right to harass the person further when they’ve given you their response back.
This principle is at work in any number of examples:
Let’s say I have a dollar, I’m going to the store to buy a candy bar. The drunk who hangs out illegally in front of the store asks me for some change. Yes, I have a dollar’s worth of disposable income. But it belongs to me and your request is not an emergency. If you ask me for change and I say “no”, I do not need to explain myself to you. My dollar belongs to me, not you. You’ve asked for it, and I’ve politely said no. If you get upset at me, you’re the one being rude. Because you’re not making a request, you’re making a DEMAND. Civilized people (and especially people who are not being rude) do not make demands. They ask politely. They accept the response given.
I have a seat on the bus. An able-bodied person wants the seat nearest the window, which I am sitting in. They request that I get up out of my seat and give it to them. This is not an emergency situation, no one is going to die or even be severely inconvenienced if I say “no”. So, when I say “no”, that is my right. No rudeness has happened yet- not your request, and not my response. If you continue to badger me for the seat, that means your request was not a request, it was a demand. No was not the answer you would have accepted, therefore you weren’t really asking me for a favor, you were telling me what to do as if I were a thing that belonged to you. As such, you can politely go fuck yourself.
I do not owe you an explanation. I do not owe you my seat. I do not owe you the dollar in my pocket. I do not owe you room and board in my house. I do not owe you the time of the fucking day. At this point, I don’t owe you the courtesy of verbal contact. Once I’ve declined your request, and you’ve arrogantly and presumptively decided that my answer wasn’t good enough for you, your highness, then you’ve become a non-person. You are a petulant child, screaming because after you knocked the ice cream out of another kid’s hands, you’ve dropped your own, and you feel bad. I know it hurts. But sometimes bad things happen to bad people. It’s just too fucking bad. You’ll live, and you’ll get over it, or you’ll continue to be a whiny petulant child who is butthurt by the concept of other people. Society and politeness compel me to dignify your selfish requests with a polite response. Some requests are absurd on the face of it, and you should feel bad for asking. Telling me to move when there are other seats to sit in means you’ve got it in your head that everyone else on the planet is here to provide for your comfort.
I know it’s utterly fucking baffling, the concept of other people not being obligated to acquiesce to every demand you make of them. It just eats you up inside and turns your whole fucking world upside down. The arrogance of other people to want to have the things they’re entitled to and that you are not entitled to! How dare they not do whatever you want them to do all the time! Why, why… they’re… RUDE!!! Yes, that’s it. They’re “rude”. They’re a definition of rude that only applies when the word is uttered by someone who has no concept of their own rudeness, so they project and label everyone else as rude.
You know how I got my dollar, you loitering drunk? I earned it, and now I’m going to spend it on me. You want a dollar so you can buy booze? You’ve got two options- you can ask people for money and accept the word “no” as an answer, or you can ask people for a job, and also accept the word “no” as an answer. If you can’t hold down a job because you’re a drunk, wait a while. Eventually the lack of money will prevent you from buying and consuming booze, and you’ll no longer be a booze hound. It’s amazing! You want to sit where I’m sitting? Let me tell you how I managed to claim such a nice seat. When I got there, it was not occupied. So what you have to do, is arrive at a time when the seat is not occupied, numb nuts. This is some really complicated shit.
Oh, you would like me to do a personal favor for you?
I might not be inclined to do a personal favor for you. Maybe you’re morbidly obese and you smell like the inside of an elephant’s anus, and I don’t want your fat rolls spilling into my seat. Maybe you’ve got the personality of a paramecium, and the way you phrased your request revealed you to be an enormous pus-filled bloody dickhead. And you know what? That means it’s not your lucky goddamn day. But there’s some good news. You now have a wonderful new opportunity: You now get to turn yourself around, and go home, and take a long shower, grab the largest dildo you can find, and shove it up your ass. That is now your privilege. You may do so with gusto, if you wish. With or without the lubrication of your choosing. I would not presume to tell you what brand to use, or what color dildo you should prefer. Because that would be too presumptuous of me. It’s frankly none of my goddamn business. So if I asked you very politely to use the red dildo on yourself this time, and you chose to use the black one on yourself, you know what? There’s not a goddamned thing I can say about it, because you get to choose how you get to go fuck yourself. That is your sacred right. Just like it’s my sacred right to tell you I’m not getting up for you unless you’re in a wheelchair or I’m feeling particularly generous today. We all have our boundaries, and I do you the courtesy of respecting yours. The way you plow yourself in the ass is your business. I promise you, I won’t get involved- just as long as you don’t feel too entitled to the seat I’m sitting in, the money in my pocket, or anything else that doesn’t already belong to you, I don’t care what phallic objects penetrate you between your seat cushions.
If we are crystal clear about this concept, you may continue to be a bloody cunt to people who decline your arrogant requests. But I don’t have to give you the time of day.