Disney, Movie Rage… and How I Lived to Tell the Story
Going to the movies should be an enjoyable experience. After all, the average price for a movie ticket in the United States right now is $8.38 (they are actually over $11 for a prime time movie in some Connecticut theaters). That’s a good amount of money to spend for a family of four- and you haven’t even bought any delicious, buttery, really expensive popcorn yet. That’s why I almost lost my mind this past weekend when I took my four-year-old daughter to see the new Disney movie Frozen.
Sure, I knew that the movie theaters were going to be extra nutty on Black Friday. All the kids are off from school and the children have been counting down the days until this movie was released for months. I did what good parents do- bought tickets in advance, showed up extra early and prepared to wait in line. Sadly, there are always a few jerks that have to ruin it for the rest. I partly blame the stupid Norwalk movie theater for having no idea how to manage a sizeable crowd. They did absolutely nothing to try to retain some order- but mostly, I blame patrons that have an “I’m better than you” attitude. After my friends and I kept a small gang of five children calm while we stood in line for over 30 minutes, we noticed a few groups simply dipping under the velvet ropes to cut into the theater. My friends aren’t the types who quietly stand by while others take advantage. First we addressed a wealthy-looking family (outfitted in Louis Vuitton everything) with young children who tried to cut- they ignored us and pushed their way to the front and under the ropes. Well done to those parents for being in the process of raising self-entitled brats. Our rage grew as we saw a family of foreigners that pretended not to speak English cut the line. I watched while an elderly woman literally pushed aside my four-year-old child who waited patiently. That’s when my friend lost it and said “Maybe you didn’t hear when we said we were waiting in line AND THE LINE STARTS BACK THERE”- The old woman brushed us off with her elitist attitude- That’s when another mother I was with yelled for me to take off from the group and get our seats.
Like a gazelle, I maneuvered and swerved through the crowds of foreigners, rich snobs, and old people- I snuck into a back entrance door, saw the target seats, and pounced. I stood like a protective warrior blocking the two rows of side aisle seats, threw my heavy coat across them- tossed my purse on another and prepared to stand my ground. I shot daring dirty looks to any person who came too close to my territory. Those seats were like my cubs and I was their Mama Bear. As the other mothers in my group managed to maneuver our clan safely through the throngs of savages, we victoriously took our seats… and they were damn good seats.
Who knew when we made the decision to not go to Walmart on Black Friday for safety reasons, we would have to deal with a whole other set of crazies at the theater? Shame on your movie theater for having no idea how to create a line and enforce it. Shame on you old lady for pushing a child. Shame on you rich, snotty people for being self-entitled jerks. Shame on you fake foreigners, I know you speak English. But also, shame on me- because out of spite I let the kids throw the popcorn and candy wrappers on the floor. Feel free to judge.