Outside the door of YB's apartment we found a very wet and chilled 35 degrees. Sunny, yes, but coldly cutting through our layers. Hopping in her car we made for the theater. After last week's bust at "Slumdog Millionaire" I wanted to redeem myself with a film she originally wanted to see, a chick flick, "He's Just Not That Into You." We arrived at the theater around 2:30pm and walked right in with the tickets I bought yesterday because the showing we planned on seeing yesterday was sold out and didn't want to pay $10 a ticket for an evening movie. This afternoon's showing cost me $5 a ticket.

The theater is fairly busier than what I would expect on a Sunday afternoon. I'm glad to see PBHO's stimulus plan is being put to good use...wait a minute. The concession stand has a fair amount of people waiting to buy their popcorn and other goodies but we skip that and head straight to Theater 18 to find two seats.

As always the theater is dark, the pre-showing TV style featurettes are in full swing. The difference is this theater is already packed, full with many many people sitting in groups of two and four. There are some couples, girls and guys, but I would venture to say most are women. As I soon found out I would further venture to say Middle Aged Man Haters type women. I think YB and I stand there for a second looking for a few good seats. Nope. How about two seats together? Nope, at least not unless we wanted to sit in the first five rows. We walk to the opposite side of the theater and find more of the same. Groups of two or four separated by one seat.

YB points to the back row. A group of two women is seated with an empty seat on either side. I approach and inquire to the possibility of possibly scooting over one seat.

"No," they answer briskly. "That one's saved, and so is the other."

Okay, you didn't have to get all uppity about it, I thought.

YB and I make our way back down to the main level. The theater is filling up even more. I sense urgency to find a seat before we have to sit on the stairs. We spot two empty seats on either end of a group of four. I inquire if one of the seats is taken, find out it is not, and that these women would not mind moving if the other two women (not in their group) would move.

"Hi, would you guys mind moving down one chair?" I very politely ask.
"Yes we would," they answer with no attempt to hide their rude snottiness and make no attempt to hide it in their next statement. "We got here 30 minutes ago and have the prime seats."

I must have stood their for a moment in a blind stupor because they tried to go on, but I didn't let them. I didn't say anything mean...yet. My reply was made very politely but contained language that they hopefully will chew on and realize what a bunch of spoiled kids they made themselves out to be.

"Thanks for your kindness," I replied, and repeated as they tried to talk over me.

YB and I found two seats nearer to the front. She asked me what the woman said when we sat down. I pulled out a line from a movie we watched recently.

"She was just being 'a complete and unmitigated ass.'"