So I haven’t really whined and complained for a while. I know, I checked. It was a super bad Monday that you can read about here. So, I figure I’m due.
The good news is that it isn’t that big of a deal and I don’t plan on giving anyone a lecture on anything. I just thought that after an incident like this, it is very selfish of me to keep it to myself. Doesn’t everyone want to hear about this?
The kids and I went to the movies today. The local theater shows kids movies each day of the week at 10am; adult are $1 and the kids are free. Also, if you bring your refill cup, it only costs $1 to. . well . . refill it.
We are sitting in the theater and of course, it is a little noisy. That’s the nice part about movie programs like this. It’s geared for kids so when you go, you keep your kids fro running up and down the isle screaming outrageous things, but if someone asks for the popcorn a little too loudly or someone has to get up to go to the bathroom several times during the show, everyone expects it; no big deal.
There were two isle runners this morning, but they were grabbed up by a parent and taken back to sit down for the duration of the movie. There were a few other crying fits etc. But again, no big deal. You go to a movie for kids, you expect that kids are going to be there.
So, here we are at the middle of the movie and something starts happening in the seats behind us. I didn’t want to turn around and look because everyone knows that you already feel bad enough when your kid is being too rowdy, too loud etc.; you don’t need “the look” from other parents. However, things kept progressing until (and I am guessing here – based on the conversation and sounds I heard) two of the kids started arguing and somehow in the mix of things, a soda was dropped/spilled or something like that.
Can you guess where this is headed? Fate was not on my side. It spilled on me. I wasn’t drenched or anything, but enough to watch the rest of Flubber feeling like I may have some of it stuck on my arm. So I guess I am a little naïve because I assumed that someone – the kid, the parent – someone was going to apologize. Nope.
But wait, it gets better. After the soda spills, I guess one of the kids reached over the seat to see where it went. It just so happened that said child must have been eating some chocolate and forgot to wipe them clean before he reached over, accidentally put his hands on my shoulder, which happened to be covered by the WHITE t-shirt I was wearing. (I know, I deserve for something like that to happen because I was wearing a white t-shirt when I knew I would spent the morning surrounded by children.)
Again, I really thought someone was going to say something, even just a whispered apology. Not a word. So obviously, it isn’t that big of deal. I didn’t go hunting anyone down in the parking lot. I didn’t take it upon myself to insist on an apology. It did get me thinking. 1. Should I have said something? 2. What would I do if Son or Daughter had done the same thing to someone else?
I know, I know – why does all the weird stuff always happen to me?