To the stupid little cunt behind the counter at the movie theater

Don’t get confused. The pitting * wasn’t the overreaction. The overreaction (collossal) came in the form of spending an entire evening “heart palpitating, fists clenched,” envisioning performing various kinds of extremely graphic violence on the girl. What he was going through in that movie theater was an extremely intense long-lasting rage triggered by a minor humiliation. Not like going overboard in the pit. A world apart.

That, and that he ended the frothathon by wishing some “*real * sick fuck” would actually do something to her bothers me.

*IMHO you should be allowed and encouraged to pen a three page diatribe vilifying a small hangnail if it so pleases you. Just a few days ago Iposted this request that complaints about the triviality of a complaints should be banned as self-contradictory.

Oh you wanted the argument clinic. I’m sorry, this is Abuse.

Seriously VCO3 you’re obviously having a serious problem with anger and paranoia right now. Which is why for you the PIT is so not the place to come - it’s Thunderdome, not therapy.

One time available light and I were eating at a wee little restaurant. When the check came, she pulled out her credit card and the waiter kept going on about how she should let me pay, even after I said my card was on the same account. I looked at him like he was stupid and told him to take her card already. We haven’t been back there since. Yeah, he was an asshole, but I hardly let him rule my day and make me concoct gory revenge fantasies.

“You go, girl. Guys have to pay to get in your pants.”
(never would have come up with it quick enough)

I definitely would have caused a ruckus. I’d want the manager and as many people nearby as possible to hear her repeat what she’d said.

I can understand having something like that get under your skin. There have been times where people were ridiculously rude to me (“Jesus hates lesbians!” comes to mind) and I was able, mostly, to laugh it off; there have been other times where people were ridiculously rude to me where I had real trouble letting it go all evening. It pretty much depends on what else is going on in my life at the time.

VCO, have you contacted the theater? I do think that might be your best bet–and the sooner, the better (so that they’ll still have their work schedule, for example, and can identify the ticket-taker). Getting her fired for her comment isn’t an overreaction: theater jobs are minimum wage dime-a-dozen deals, and she can probably find another one without much difficulty. Let her learn something from it.

But yeah, the violent fantasies were just a wee bit creepy.

Daniel

Why not print your OP and mail it to the theatre? That ought to get some action.

[QUOTE=VCO3]

Your OP doesn’t say anything about other things stressing you out or the proverbial straw. We’ve all had things we’ve overreacted to because of other things bothering us. That’s perfectly understandable. Without knowing that it would appear you simply overreated to a minor thing.

I’m not sure I see the difference. I see that being attacked for no apparent reason can be surprising and upsetting. You’re right, it’s completely unacceptable.I work with the public and have been taken aback and pissed off by a strangers hostility. If I let it get under my skin to any degree it’s my failure, not their fault.
I even understand your wife wanting to let it go. Snotty bitch girl was a complete stranger who has some issues, so who cares. What caused my comment was that you let it fester and stew and instead of an appropriate response we get this.

Read it. Still feel the same. The new info about other issues make a difference. I would have responded differently if that had been included.
Obviously you did not just let it go. We’re still talking about it and now you’re pissed at anyone who doesn’t see how wronged you were.
You might have gotten her name and talked to a manager after the movie but you chose not to. OKay, life goes on.

VCO3, don’t let these ninnies get to you. Hell, I get that worked up when they run out of whole wheat bagels in the cafeteria. I imagine hundreds of ways of eternally tormenting those responsible for such a slight. One day I might put it to paper. You are not required to give the pit nimrods a complete picture of your mental health before ranting, although there seems to be a vocal contingent who believes it’s necessary.

Rant away. Nothing wrong with being angry. Wish fiery, hyperbolic suffering on whomever you wish and don’t apologize for it. And as soon as someone comes by and begins to say you are overreacting, scroll down to the next reply. Or better, show them true anger management issues in a reply to them (within pit rules - you can tell them to felch a goat and other assorted farm animals, but you can’t wish for a dozen nuclear bombs to go off in their back yard). There is a unorganized group of posters who are missing the sarcasm and hyperbole genes, and cannot spot the use of either unless (and sometimes, despite being) smacked upside the head with a clue-by-four (which I’d be only too happy to apply).

I got your sarcasm right here , baby! :stuck_out_tongue:

Having only read the first ~40 posts of this thread I have to wonder if there’s something in the water. Or the air. Or the electrons. Or whatever.

I’m not sure I’ve seen such a large group of dopers go so batshit fucking insane in so short a time…

-Joe, catshit insane

…and the woman in the next office down the hall wants to know why I nearly choked on my lunch while laughing.

I’m sorry, but even in my most-clenched days I don’t see the big deal. Was she rude? Fuck, maybe. Then again, maybe it was a witty comment gone awry. Apparently the Theater Cunt and myself are two of a very small group that this ever happened to.

Shit, yesterday I made a poorly thought out (and rather mean) short joke towards my boss. Life is full of all sorts of stupid shit.

As for flogging/murdering/firing Theater Cunt…that’s a little much, IMO. And I’m someone who was stuck in retail for nearly ten years (and boy does that calculation piss me off). I was always pretty good, but slipups DO happen. If you’ve never worked a job like that you have no idea the kind of abuse and general frustration those service people have to deal with day after day.

Is it an excuse for being rude or insulting? Not at all. But everyone slips up sometimes.

My girlfriend and I always laugh because whenever she pays (her debit card, I can assure you mine doesn’t say “Rebecca” on it…), somehow, when it’s time to sign, the book, card, pen, and receipt somehow always, ALWAYS, end up delivered to my side of the table.

She could, I suppose, stand up and shriek about how doing such a thing offends her feminist sensibilities, demand the meal be free, and threaten to fillet the waiter with her butter knife. She could, of course, but she’s not totally insane.

Hell, when the waitress openly flirts with me she doesn’t even get that angry.

I guess some people are more secure in themselves than others?

-Joe, one big pair, no waiting

Where’s the debate? She was rude.

A slipup? A single rude comment is a slipup. To make multiple ones is a sacking offence.

If the girl behind the till cannot act in a professional manner, then she’s in the wrong job.

Possibly. But, honestly, I have a hard time taking the OP’s word on such a thing. He’s a little too…umm…volatile for me to give the benefit of the doubt.

YMMV.

-Joe

I would bet a million dollars that it was, as Merijeek theorizes, an attempt at humor gone awry. A million dollars.

Some of you people are way, way, way, waaaaaay over the top with your interpretation of what happened, which is highly, highly subjective. There are one hundred ways a line can be delivered, and it’s not a foregone conclusion that the delivery in question was rude, simply as it’s described here in a text medium on a messasgeboard. (and before someone jumps all over me with “did you read what he said in the original post? He said he KNOWS when someone is kidding!” — I will guarantee you there are plenty of people out there who cannot discern when some people are kidding. I will still bet my million dollars that the OP completely took it the wrong way)

Earlier someone made a reference to such rudeness with the example “God hates lesbians”. This is no where near the same league. Not even the same ballpark. Sheesh people, lighten the fuck up.

Well, we’ll never know, will we? You kinda have to assume that posters are representing themselves and events accurately here, or it would be completely fruitless to try to communicate here at all.

Credit where credit is due. Thanks Astro. Funniest. Line. Today. :smiley:

Ding ding ding ding we have a winner, folks! Johnny, tell astro what he’s won!

he’s won a lifetime supply of snappy comebacks for rude customer service workers! (crowd applauds), and a half eaten box of day old movie theater popcorn!

Seriously - was it rude? eh. rude happens. was it an attack? not unless you’re almost pathologically oversensative. What was your damage at the end of her remark? you felt bad. did your wife think ill of you? Probably not for what the girl said. Did the girl think ill of you? why on earth would you care? Did people nearby gasp at you in horror and point and laugh? (well until now, that didn’t happen).

You had a bad day. it annoyed you beyond what you could take. You also let it ruin the rest of your evening. bad choice. You then went all mega creepy in the pit about what you wanted to physically do to this schumk who said something rude to you. What was it someone said about perspective? shit, what would you do to someone who bumped into you in line causing you to spill your coffee on your shirt? go nuclear?

I dunno: the “Jesus hates lesbians” comment thrown at me was awful, but it does feel like the same league to me: it’s a direct, personal, unwarranted attack from a stranger.

Maybe the movie girl was trying to be funny. It’s still humor laced with contempt, and while it’s not worth turning murderous over, it’s a contemptible attitude to take toward a stranger.

Daniel

Isn’t there some kind of fertilizer that helps grow los cojones? 'cause that would pretty much do the trick.

There is a world of difference (though my “5 star” comment was sarcasm), in a resturant of any kind then with your interaction with a ticket seller. The waiter/ress/person relationship will last for quite some time. If you choose to dine in a “5 star” resturant, you will be involved with that wait person for several hours. The way that waitperson interacts with you is part of the dining experience.

When you buy a ticket at the movies that moment lasts minutes. The the conduct of the ticket seller is not vital to the experience. The experience is the movie.

YES, YES, YES and 1000 X’s YES everyone should be polite all the time. If that were true we would all be happy.

I just wonder about how much rudeness, in a 5 minute (or less) interaction is TOO much. We all have bad moments at work, bad people to deal with or just plain old bad days. When we have jobs that see us in sustained relationships with people (and we are no longer teenagers) we learn to be diplomatic and bite our lips in a professional setting.

Of course we all expect respect and basic politeness, I just can’t see any reason to get all riled up and involve a manager about buying a ticket. Yes the teenager was MILDY rude, but why let that ruin your day.

Teenagers are frequently rude…adults may need to teach them how to act. Complaining to the manager because someone was mean seems more like kindergarten to me.

So, you have no problems with that, but the thought of hurting a kitty makes you cry? What the fuck is wrong with you?