Joe Wordsworth
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People I Don't Believe I'm Better Than (or "Why Black People Make Me Racist")
I never get tired of making thread titles interesting.
So, it was a simple situation. I went to see "The Omen". Long story short, after fifteen minutes of the loud black peopl behind me whooping and narrating the events on screen--I left. A request to please not talk was met with abrasion and shock, and I wasn't into arguing about it. It helped that I was already tired, after work (EL can appreciate that, I'm sure), and was interested in sleep just as much as the movie.
This isn't the first time I've had that happen in theaters.
Routinely, in fact, that happens. It is a common occurance, that very thing, and--yes--I rarely get the same problems from either (1) white people or (2) people who pay to get into the Director's Gallery. It just so happened, I was around neither of those two groups the last half-dozen times I've gone to see a movie.
In the end, I get in my car and think--as I've thought the last half-dozen times.. namely, "black people suck". Notably, I have few to no other racist tendancies, I'm Hispanic myself, and 80% of my staff at the hotel is black and I love them all dearly.
Just loud black people at movies make me racist for a good half-hour.
Past that, the good news is that when I went to talk to a manager about it they were unavailable and the pale, Hot-Topic pants-ed, stud-through-the-lip teenager who took my complaint went into the drawer and pulled out 7.50 and had me sign my name to the back of my ticket.
No authority to refund me... the one with authority gone... he sees me in a suit (I'd just left my hotel), trying to enjoy a movie and having it ruined for me... and he takes the initiative and gives me my money back and thinks enough ahead to have me validate that I was a customer and got the money.
If the manager jumps up his ass about being short 7.50 (I left my phone number on the ticket, too, just in case) on his drawer and doesn't accept the proof or give me a call to confirm it... he is a for-shit business man.
I have left and never returned to several theaters for this very problem, and the tool behind the ticket counter had the forsight to keep my business (and I do good theater business). That place will make tons of money off of me, my friends, and every guest interested in a movie who stays at my hotel...
...just goes to show, just because the kid has a for-shit fasion sense and a metal stud stupidly through his face, doesn't mean he isn't a really clever and valuable business asset.
I never get tired of making thread titles interesting.
So, it was a simple situation. I went to see "The Omen". Long story short, after fifteen minutes of the loud black peopl behind me whooping and narrating the events on screen--I left. A request to please not talk was met with abrasion and shock, and I wasn't into arguing about it. It helped that I was already tired, after work (EL can appreciate that, I'm sure), and was interested in sleep just as much as the movie.
This isn't the first time I've had that happen in theaters.
Routinely, in fact, that happens. It is a common occurance, that very thing, and--yes--I rarely get the same problems from either (1) white people or (2) people who pay to get into the Director's Gallery. It just so happened, I was around neither of those two groups the last half-dozen times I've gone to see a movie.
In the end, I get in my car and think--as I've thought the last half-dozen times.. namely, "black people suck". Notably, I have few to no other racist tendancies, I'm Hispanic myself, and 80% of my staff at the hotel is black and I love them all dearly.
Just loud black people at movies make me racist for a good half-hour.
Past that, the good news is that when I went to talk to a manager about it they were unavailable and the pale, Hot-Topic pants-ed, stud-through-the-lip teenager who took my complaint went into the drawer and pulled out 7.50 and had me sign my name to the back of my ticket.
No authority to refund me... the one with authority gone... he sees me in a suit (I'd just left my hotel), trying to enjoy a movie and having it ruined for me... and he takes the initiative and gives me my money back and thinks enough ahead to have me validate that I was a customer and got the money.
If the manager jumps up his ass about being short 7.50 (I left my phone number on the ticket, too, just in case) on his drawer and doesn't accept the proof or give me a call to confirm it... he is a for-shit business man.
I have left and never returned to several theaters for this very problem, and the tool behind the ticket counter had the forsight to keep my business (and I do good theater business). That place will make tons of money off of me, my friends, and every guest interested in a movie who stays at my hotel...
...just goes to show, just because the kid has a for-shit fasion sense and a metal stud stupidly through his face, doesn't mean he isn't a really clever and valuable business asset.