So we went to this nice new theater, Preston, Gracie and myself, to watch The Grudge 2. When we were buying our tickets there were a couple groups of 4-5 kids just chat-chitting (yea, I flipped 'em around - they're just words, they don't control us!) and laughing all loud and whatnot - you know, just being 14-16 yr olds.
We're the first one's in the theater, so we get our favorite seats, the ones right behind the bar so we can put our feet up. Gracie sits in the middle, we all share a large Coke and chili-cheese notchos and wait for the previews. 2 and 3 at a time, all of the loud kids pile in and go to the back 5 rows. they're so loud you can't even hear what they're saying - it's just a roar.
The previews start and they're still talking, less of them now, so you can follow their conversation - stupid immature he said she said, "...did you see what she was wearing at school yesterday..." bullshit. Preston and I don't like to cause a scene, we like to think people in general, no matter how old, have the common curtecy and respect for others to shut-the-fuck-up when the movie starts - but they don't.
Some woman behind us said, "shut-up!" They didn't. 10 minutes into the movie, Preston finally yelled, "SHUT-UP!!!!!!" They just laughed. They got a little quieter, but couldn't hold their laughs in and started chatting again.
Preston went to ask what can be done to the girl taking the tickets, she just smiled and laughted a little, "Oh, yeah, that'll happen," and didn't do anything about it. He sat down and we just tried to watch, but throught the scary parts, there was so much conversation going on, that even the really loud suspenceful music didn't properly prepare out scences and we didn't jump or get scared!
Finally, 30 munutes into the movie, I screamed, "SHUT-UP!!!" Preston asked if I wanted to leave and we got up. W/ Gracie walking infront of me, I looked up at them and said, "My 4 year old behaved better than you kids." (Too bad I couldn't think of anything else better to say, I think I came off sounding like an old adult 
)
We talked to the manager, he fed us a line about how sorry he was, and how he sent someone in to get them to quiet down (he didn't) and gave us our money back. When we got outside, we finally started to calm down. We praised Gracie for being a good girl. She said, "those kids were being bad, they need to go to time-out!"
We went and got ice cream and Cold Stone and felt better!
Fuckin' kids!!!
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