No Respect

I was on base tonight trying to watch Twilight again with Ryan. I'd seen it once in November when it came out, but it's been a few months; and it only cost $1 each! Always the best reason. Anywho, I say I was trying to watch because it was awfully hard to hear the dialogue over the family behind us. To the mother of which I would like to say: Have you not taught your children that talking loudly through films in theaters is a social taboo? Because your almost middle school aged son was explaining everything that happened in the movie to you in great detail and spoiling it for anyone nearby who hadn't seen it before or read the book. And when he wasn't explaining he was asking. To which you responded in equally loud conversation. What is your problem? Were my a billion and a half exclamations of, "SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" not enough to call attention to your inappropriate voice level? I admit, Ryan and I explain and guess endings of movies during them all of them time, but we have the decency to whisper and keep the quiet conversations to ourselves.

Also, is 'wow' the only word your teenage daughter has in her vocabulary? Because I think I heard her exclaim it at levels even louder than your annoying conversations with your son intermittently throughout the film. And yet she never said anything else. Thank God. The 'wow's' were enough to drive me insane. I was so close to turning around completely in my seat and chewing you out, you being my elder be damned. The only thing that stopped me was the knowledge that I was in a base movie theater, and God knows whose family you are a part of that could cause my husband problems if said head of your household was anywhere nearby looking for an excuse to make a lesser rank Marine miserable. But seriously, lady, teach your children better and lead by example. To be honest, I was completely disgusted by your lack of respect for other movie goers (Other = Me) who hushed you more than once and half turned around to glare menacingly at you at least five or six times with no effort on your part to STFU. And in passing down your lack of common decency you are raising your own little minions of the, "Let's be as annoyingly loud and plot ruining as possible while in a movie theater with complete disregard of restrained requests to be quiet and respectful," variety for my own poor children to have to contend with one day. And I will teach them to turn around and chew your children out. Or at the very least go get an usher to escort you from the premises unless you quiet down. Unless of course they're in a base movie theater. Ahem.

To make my movie going experience all the more fun, Ryan got a phone call in the middle of the film. (Yay for knowing how to put his phone on vibrate and not disturb others - I'm looking at you annoying, talkative family in the seats directly behind us - though he then tried to call me to tell me what was going on and my blaring Hellogoodbye ringtone prompted less hushing and glaring at the family behind me because really I had no leg to stand on at that point. Everyone else who calls me lives on the East Coast and was well into sleeping so I didn't bother with vibrate. Thanks a lot, Honey. Geez.) The call required him to be gone for a good thirty minutes. Apparently his roommate had him come back to the barracks room because their new roommate (As in, only been here a week and hasn't even picked up classes yet.) got caught with alcohol in the room while no one else was in it and thought it would be a good idea to say my husband gave it to him. Yeah. My husband who gets made fun of on a daily basis for refusing requests from his buddies to go drinking because he'd rather be with his wife. (And 'gets made fun of' is probably a light way of putting it. I think he gets called 'whipped' about 1,736,362.912 times a day. At least.) But he was barely asked any questions by command and sent back about his business which means he pretty much wasted the run up to his room and back while missing the movie and time with me.

So that sucks. But not as much as his new roommate's life is going to suck for the next two weeks seeing as every other Marine in that room except one is in Ryan's class and therefore higher rank than the new roommate and willing to have Ryan's back like Marines are supposed to instead of throwing each other under the bus. And even the one other newer roommate (Who has still been there longer than the guy who was caught with the alcohol.) is ticked of at this guy. So his life is not going to be fun. I see much cleaning for the remaining three field days Ryan's class is here in this Marine's future while the rest of them just watch. Have fun scrubbing, dusting, and making beds, idiot who accuses other Marines of stuff to try and save your own arse. Enjoy the aftermath. Hope it was worth it.