Misanthropy at the Movies
At the restaurant inside the movie theater, Olivier & I sat down at the table. He started eating. I was struggling with the impenetrable plastic package holding my napkin & brittle plastic fork."Man... did you get a load of those fucking people that were in line in front of us?"Olivier responded by nodding his head. His mouth was full of sandwich. He swallowed. "Yeah, they were pissing me off, too," he said. Sip of soda. Swallow. "The wife was smashing her elbow into my ribs while she bitched about napkins to the person working behind the counter."My fork was now free. I pulled my sandwich apart & began flicking bits of tomato off of it. "Seriously... you'd think that her husband could have corralled their kids while she did her bitching." Tomato. Flick. "I thought that they were going to start climbing my legs as if I were a mighty oak. I love how people think that any other adult...