Next time I go to the movies, I'm bringing Syndrome
Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:01 pm
My wife and I have had a weekly thing now, that on Tuesdays we go see a movie for our day off. As far as movies go, we have very similar interest: she would rather watch a guy movie than a chick flick. Tonight it was Transformers. It was a great movie, too bad I didn't get to enjoy it.
Mommy comes in with two children, two little girls, about 6 and 4, and takes the seats directly behind us. First off, Transformers is a rather violent movie, so I have to question bringing a six and four year old to see it in the first place. Then, the four-year-old, sitting directly behind my wife and me, starts coughing repeatedly. Then she's getting up, bumping both our seats in the process, talking loudly to Mommy. Then she's goes back to her seat, where she resumes coughing. At the point where Sam, his mom and dad are talking in his bedroom, Mommy had both kids cover their ears and start shouting "La la la la!" so they wouldn't hear when Sam's mom asked if he had been masturbating. There was a good 15 seconds that we didn't hear because of this. Later, during a fairly important scene (one that sets the whole mood of the rest of the show, in fact), I heard the girl cough and I felt liquid on the side of my face. I got up, went to the bathroom, washed my face, came back and spent the next half hour or so not following the storyline. Second time it happened, I went to the bathroom, and on my way back got a manager. He said that it was really to late to expel them, because it would create more of a ruckus for the guests watching the show than if he just left them there. He offered me free tickets to come see it again, which I turned down because it wasn't his fault, and I respected his decision to not interfere with the enjoyment of most of the guests watching the show. Went back to my seat, and finally, after more coughing and kicking the back of our seats and the like, we packed up and moved to the back of the theater where we stood the rest of the movie.
When it got out, I asked Mommy what her daughter was sick with, as I wanted to know so that if it knocked my wife and me out for a week, at least I knew what I had that was causing me to lose my livelihood for that time. The lady told me it was "just" a cold, and I shouldn't worry, just get over it. I responded that I had felt stuff her daughter was coughing up land on me, I had to leave twice to wash it off me, and that she had ruined the movie experience for me. And I don't know for sure that it's just a cold, those were some awful coughs coming from such a little girl. Mommy laughed again. At that point, I knew more words would be pointless and that I would be wasting my breath with her.
Throughout the movie, any time the daughter would cough, talk loudly, "La la la" or bump my seat, I was shooting Mommy dirty looks, but she did not notice once. If someone in the row directly ahead of me was turning around and shooting me dirty looks, I would notice, and I am a guy.
I would also like to give a kudos to the manager... Jeff or Josh or Joey. Four-lettered name starting with J. Even though I had turned down the tickets, after we moved to the upper area, I felt a bump on my shoulder. It was him, two tickets in hand. Good for any showing with seats still available. If I wanted, I could use those tickets for Harry Potter at 0:01 tomorrow morning. I tried to refuse, again because it wasn't his fault, but he said to think of it that he wasn't doing anything for me, that instead he was filling up seats and we'd probably get concessions and stuff next time we came.
So if you find yourself going to a movie at AMC at PI, if you run across a manager with a four-lettered name starting with J, let him know that I send kudos his way. Great way to force a guest to take your Service Recovery action and thank you for it. 'Least, it worked on me :D:
The only thing I can think of that this lady is worth calling is a bitch, which is a word I don't use often.
So here are the main things for which I have a problem with Mommy:
1) Bringing a small child to see a movie in which she will have little to no interest, because she is a little girl who grew up long after the Transformers went off the air (any guesses to whether she knew what the Transformers were before the movie?).
2) Bringing a small child to a movie rated PG-13 for language and violence.
3) Bringing a sick child to see any movie, especially one in which there are guaranteed to be other people in the theater.
4) Having her kids speak over parts of the movie they don't like.
5) Not even an "I'm sorry my kid coughed her lungs up on you".
If I see them tomorrow waiting for my bus, there is a good chance that I won't let them on. I don't want someone on board that I know is a health hazard, especially on a bus that recirculates the same air for hours for me to be even more exposed to her daughter's disease.
Really, people like this should not be allowed to breed.
Mommy comes in with two children, two little girls, about 6 and 4, and takes the seats directly behind us. First off, Transformers is a rather violent movie, so I have to question bringing a six and four year old to see it in the first place. Then, the four-year-old, sitting directly behind my wife and me, starts coughing repeatedly. Then she's getting up, bumping both our seats in the process, talking loudly to Mommy. Then she's goes back to her seat, where she resumes coughing. At the point where Sam, his mom and dad are talking in his bedroom, Mommy had both kids cover their ears and start shouting "La la la la!" so they wouldn't hear when Sam's mom asked if he had been masturbating. There was a good 15 seconds that we didn't hear because of this. Later, during a fairly important scene (one that sets the whole mood of the rest of the show, in fact), I heard the girl cough and I felt liquid on the side of my face. I got up, went to the bathroom, washed my face, came back and spent the next half hour or so not following the storyline. Second time it happened, I went to the bathroom, and on my way back got a manager. He said that it was really to late to expel them, because it would create more of a ruckus for the guests watching the show than if he just left them there. He offered me free tickets to come see it again, which I turned down because it wasn't his fault, and I respected his decision to not interfere with the enjoyment of most of the guests watching the show. Went back to my seat, and finally, after more coughing and kicking the back of our seats and the like, we packed up and moved to the back of the theater where we stood the rest of the movie.
When it got out, I asked Mommy what her daughter was sick with, as I wanted to know so that if it knocked my wife and me out for a week, at least I knew what I had that was causing me to lose my livelihood for that time. The lady told me it was "just" a cold, and I shouldn't worry, just get over it. I responded that I had felt stuff her daughter was coughing up land on me, I had to leave twice to wash it off me, and that she had ruined the movie experience for me. And I don't know for sure that it's just a cold, those were some awful coughs coming from such a little girl. Mommy laughed again. At that point, I knew more words would be pointless and that I would be wasting my breath with her.
Throughout the movie, any time the daughter would cough, talk loudly, "La la la" or bump my seat, I was shooting Mommy dirty looks, but she did not notice once. If someone in the row directly ahead of me was turning around and shooting me dirty looks, I would notice, and I am a guy.
I would also like to give a kudos to the manager... Jeff or Josh or Joey. Four-lettered name starting with J. Even though I had turned down the tickets, after we moved to the upper area, I felt a bump on my shoulder. It was him, two tickets in hand. Good for any showing with seats still available. If I wanted, I could use those tickets for Harry Potter at 0:01 tomorrow morning. I tried to refuse, again because it wasn't his fault, but he said to think of it that he wasn't doing anything for me, that instead he was filling up seats and we'd probably get concessions and stuff next time we came.
So if you find yourself going to a movie at AMC at PI, if you run across a manager with a four-lettered name starting with J, let him know that I send kudos his way. Great way to force a guest to take your Service Recovery action and thank you for it. 'Least, it worked on me :D:
The only thing I can think of that this lady is worth calling is a bitch, which is a word I don't use often.
So here are the main things for which I have a problem with Mommy:
1) Bringing a small child to see a movie in which she will have little to no interest, because she is a little girl who grew up long after the Transformers went off the air (any guesses to whether she knew what the Transformers were before the movie?).
2) Bringing a small child to a movie rated PG-13 for language and violence.
3) Bringing a sick child to see any movie, especially one in which there are guaranteed to be other people in the theater.
4) Having her kids speak over parts of the movie they don't like.
5) Not even an "I'm sorry my kid coughed her lungs up on you".
If I see them tomorrow waiting for my bus, there is a good chance that I won't let them on. I don't want someone on board that I know is a health hazard, especially on a bus that recirculates the same air for hours for me to be even more exposed to her daughter's disease.
Really, people like this should not be allowed to breed.