Calm down, pal – they aren’t out of Junior Mints yet

My lovely wife and I went to see the new Harry Potter movie last night at the Ballston cinema. Great show. If you are into the Harry Potter movies, be sure not to miss this one, especially for the scenes with Natalia Tena. But don’t tell my wife I said that – she thinks I am more of an Emma Watson fan.

We were standing in line at the concession stand, waiting to spend more than we should on movie snacks and noticed that it was taking a really long time to get to the counter. The reason? There was a large group ordering everything but fried butter and fatback, mainly because those two things have not yet been distilled into something without suitable flavor that is also easy to handle and can be sold for high prices.

So the guy directly ahead of us starts rubbing his bald head in frustration, sighing loudly and then remarks at a decent volume, “15 minutes already.”

“You got a problem?” a young woman in the large group asks.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” the fellow said, obviously aggravated.
“But you was talking about us. You don’t need to be talking about us like that.” The voices were getting louder.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” he repeated louder, pointing at her as he spoke. The dialogue went on from there, getting louder until it eventually simmered down and dissipated. The heavy sighs continued.

I wanted to tell this guy, who was growing more impatient by the second, to go down to Rock Bottom Brewery, see Miracle-Making Mary and have a couple beers. Take the edge off, pal. Maybe he needs to go to the ExtravaCATza and get a little creature who will love him unconditionally, since, with his attitude, I doubt very many people do.

Folks, when standing in line, let’s try to show some patience and be kind to each other. We are all in the line together, each of us wanting some popcorn, Milk Duds and a $6 soda. I guarantee they will not run out of any of that stuff. The perceived urgency is just that – perceived, not actual. Dropping that wad of bills a minute sooner rather than later does not lengthen your life, but reducing your stress level very well might.

Next time you are in line, getting more frustrated by the time you are spending, chew on that a bit. Be thankful for the opportunity you have to slow down and relax, instead of getting bent out of shape and snapping at someone. Those people who are making your wait longer are actually doing you a favor by giving you that opportunity.

12 Comments so far

  1. sophiagrrl (unregistered) on July 21st, 2007 @ 10:16 pm

    And just a week ago there was a post on this same site with the exact opposite message. (http://dc.metblogs.com/archives/2007/07/express_my_ass.phtml)
    I like this one much better. :-) Thanks!


  2. Tom Bridge (unregistered) on July 21st, 2007 @ 10:56 pm

    Sophia, there’s no Express Line at the Theatre, which is a real pity…


  3. Elise (unregistered) on July 22nd, 2007 @ 10:17 am

    I just noticed Carl’s post to the referenced Mom-Bitch article:

    Posted by: Carl Weaver at July 14, 2007 06:01 PM
    People like that are annoying, but you are the one who sounds like a bitch. No offense.


  4. Carl Weaver (unregistered) on July 22nd, 2007 @ 10:37 am

    That wasn’t my comment. That was posted by Tobias.


  5. dcres (unregistered) on July 23rd, 2007 @ 8:04 am

    Meh…that guy did the right thing. He wanted to relax in his seat, not standing in line behind a huge group of fatback lovers.


  6. Wayan (unregistered) on July 23rd, 2007 @ 11:15 am

    Reason #461 for Netflix


  7. Joseph J. Finn (unregistered) on July 23rd, 2007 @ 11:38 am

    Naw, I’ll still be annoyed at groups of people who can’t make up their mind as to what they want to order unlesss they stand in front of the register, stare at teh sign for a while, sigh, turn to their friends, ask what they’re having, discuss the whole transaction in light of the Freudian zietgiest, and finally order, only then to pull out their money, try to find exact change at the bottom of their pocket/purse and generally turn a simple transaction into a bizzare ritual.


  8. Carl Weaver (unregistered) on July 23rd, 2007 @ 11:48 am

    This group that was taking forever weren’t screwing around. They were just ordering everything, being diligent consumers and stimulating the economy.


  9. Lauren (unregistered) on July 23rd, 2007 @ 11:50 am

    Yelling at the dumbass’s in front of you is a much better stress reliever than stewing in silence while they take forever to order.

    I’ll never yell at the employees (unless their clearly not trying) but stupid people taking forever when there’s a line deserve to be yelled at.


  10. Don (unregistered) on July 23rd, 2007 @ 1:24 pm

    I’ve been to that theater and dollars to donuts it’s the employees who are the problem, not the customers. Or the management, who never seem to want to have more than 1 register open.


  11. Carl Weaver (unregistered) on July 23rd, 2007 @ 10:37 pm

    DCRES – you mean being a jackass is the right thing to do?

    Don – bingo. The service was slow. It would be a damned shame if the people who worked there used BOTH hands to do something.

    Lauren – the ones who look even more stupid are the ones yelling about people taking too long. Settle down.


  12. MBFan#2 (unregistered) on July 24th, 2007 @ 9:35 am

    I have been to that theatre too. Actually, the employees there look like (and I swear I am not trying to be mean) they are Melwood graduates. You definitely have to be patient.

    Carl is right. Take it easy people. All you’re going to miss is the previews and if you were going to be missing the movie, well, who’s fault is it for getting to the theatre late in the first place?



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