So I just saw 300 tonight (finally!) and it was rather awesome (although Jessie will beg to differ), but that’s not what this post is about. This post is about what happened immediately after the movie ended. Here I am, waiting to exit the theater, when some middle aged pompous ass walks up to me and says something along the lines of “That was nice how you were crinkling that bag or whatever during the whole movie” in a rather condescending voice. I replied “Huh?” and he responded, “It was really rude”. Now mind you, I didn’t have anything in the movie. I finished the water we got before the movie even started and had no candy or anything that was capable of making a crinkly noise. He continued to be an ass about it and seemed pretty confident that it was me that had been doing whatever it was he was hearing, even though he had been seated a few rows behind me, so I told him to go screw him self, walked out a bit, turned around, called him a “f***ing prick” and flicked him off. I sincerely hope that he went home and cried because of his shattered ego, but something tells me he still thinks he was correct in his actions. Maybe if I had been some punk teenager messing around with a bag of skittles the whole movie he would have been in the right, but I was pretty intently watching and enjoying the film and didn’t have a single thing on me that could make noise, other than my cell phone, which was off.