<p>[Moviegoer</a> Tells Woman to Stop Talking On Cell Phone, Gets Stabbed in the Neck | NBC Los Angeles](<a href=“Moviegoer Tells Woman to Stop Talking On Cell Phone, Gets Stabbed in the Neck – NBC Los Angeles”>Moviegoer Tells Woman to Stop Talking On Cell Phone, Gets Stabbed in the Neck – NBC Los Angeles)</p>
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<p>Says a lot about society today now doesn’t it? The good and the bad.</p>
<p>BTW who carries a meat thermometer with them to the movies?</p>
<p>I would say it says nothing about society, and everything about some particular people in it. Random violence toward other humans by a small number of people has always been around. The particular triggers of a given episode are not relevant.</p>
<p>I’ve just about stopped going to movie theaters because so many people have cell phones shining away. I really don’t understand why someone has to stay in touch with the world while at the movies. We’ve had some altercations but nothing like this!</p>
<p>I am with you Marilyn, I no longer go to movies because of how common courtesy has been tossed out the window.</p>
<p>It is not only cell phones, but also entering a rated R movie and seeing a 6 yr old sitting in the chair behind me. I spend the whole time thinking what are these parents doing bringing a 6 yo to a rated R movie? I can never concentrate on the film, especially when it is an 8 pm show and the child gets fussy because they are tired and don’t understand the movie.</p>
<p>It’s not the random violence - I thaink that’s rather rare - it’s the constant self-entitled “me me me me me” attitude, whether in the movie theater, Congress, wherever.</p>
<p>What surprises me is how offended people get what I ask them - politely, I think - to please not talk during the movie.</p>
<p>Happens about every 2nd movie </p>
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<p>Who carries a meat thermometer to a movie theater??</p>
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Lancaster, California…hah</p>
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Heh. Report I heard said they left and then came back… must’ve just bought a meat thermometer and had it in their car…probably were planning a roast beef dinner.</p>
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<p>Well, the only thing I have to ask on that note is…The woman talking on the phone does she now wonder what if she said shush to him over dinner?</p>
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<p>Somebody whose goose is about to be cooked? :rolleyes:</p>
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I had several instances where I was the shusher in the theater back more than a decade ago. I realized somebody was going to go to jail if I kept going to the movies, so it’s been home theater only for me. And I loved going to the movies, too. </p>
<p>Oh, well. Just one more reason to live in a hole in the ground and pull a cedar tree over the entrance. (Hey. At least I have a plan for when everything goes to hell in a handbasket. Didn’t say it was a good plan. just a plan. ;)) Jeebus.</p>
<p>I have to show this thread to Bullet when he comes home, because he still loves to go to the movies and makes me feel like I am the only one that feels this way.</p>
<p>I would rather rent from RedBox and watch it in my home with our surround sound, than in the theater. The only thing I miss about going to theaters is the popcorn…that will still work with me as a bribe.</p>
<p>We rarely go to the movies anymore after one particular. Several years ago I had to hold my husband back, by the pant leg, as he was going after a group of kids a few rows above us that were throwing popcorn at peoples’ heads. He turned around twice telling them to knock it off, to no avail. The third time, well let’s just say I am grateful there were a few rows between us and them! The best part, half the theatre started clapping and whooting. The manager, barely out if diapers, came in and asked the kids what was going on and they told him someone in the projection room was throwing popcorn. A few minutes later, a big, burly security guard escorted them out and again the audience clapped and cheered. Not looking forward to a return engagement of that show!</p>
<p>I’ve sat in restaurants, back to back with another booth, and occasionally the cell phone might ring. In one case it occurred again and again, and the fellow in the booth was not shouting, but he wasn’t being hush-hush either.
Finally, after I’d had enought interruptions, the next time it rang I turned and said to him- “Is she having her baby, Doctor?”
He wasn’t a doctor, and he got the point. Luckily I didn’t get stabbed!</p>
<p>Off topic, but aren’t you also finding common courtesy at restaurants are going down by the waist side.</p>
<p>Bullet and I went to a 4 star restaurant a few yrs ago, and we had the most miserable time. It cost us about 150 for the two of us, but we were seated next to a couple who brought their toddler with them. I spent the evening with my attention diverted to bread rolls being gently tossed and waiting for it to hit our table.</p>
<p>Lesson learned, make dinner reservations for after 8 pm.! Now when it is the two of us, we make sure it is a late dinner.</p>
<p>I am sorry, but I don’t get the fact that people have lost sight of the fact that others are paying just as much as you. If you can afford 150 for a dinner for 2, than get a babysitter! If your babysitter cancels at last moment, than cancel your reservation!</p>
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My theory on this, in addition to the self-absorbed and self-centered nature and absolute ignorance of what used to be common courtesy of so many people today, is that kids are trained to misbehave in restaurants. Think about it - their starting point in going to restaurants is to a McDonalds or similar fast-food place where rather than remaining seated through a meal and then leaving they go play on the giant playthings there. The parents are relieved because their toddler is entertained. They then graduate to ChuckECheese with more playthings again with not really having a restaurant be just a restaurant. When they’re done with that and get older, including adulthood, they can go to Dave and Busters to also go do the playthings. </p>
<p>So after having been taught that restaurants are places one goes to in order to run around and play but certainly not stay in one’s seat quietly, the parents decide to take them to a higher end restaurant, usually with another couple. The kid of course wants to get up and run around playing, just like he’s been taught to do at restaurants, and so runs around the other tables playing hide and seek, plays with light switches, plays tag, goes exploring, etc. The parents are relieved the kid is otherwise occupied so they can spend their time conversing with the other couple who likely raised their kids the same way so the parents do little to stop the kid. And because the parents went to this effort to dine with the other couple (or even by themselves) and don’t seem to see it as an issue that their kid is being obnoxious the parents never think of just caling it quits and leaving early when their kid is unruly - better to just hope the kid goes and plays on the other side of the restaurant.</p>
<p>B&P, you crack me up - the “waist” side, um a freudian slip? or you really should be on tv.<br>
You all must abide by my H’s cardinal rule: NEVER, confront people in public. You never know who is packing what.<br>
I am always frustrated by the type of examples given above, and since I have a big mouth, I always want to say something. I must repeat H’s mantra over and over and leave the premises if it is too much. I still go to the movies, but I ignore the cell phones and illegal videotaping. I guess if I got popcorn in my hair I would just go ask for a refund due to the unruly audience. I have a nice tv, but I still like to go to the movies. I always leave my meat thermometer at home. </p>
<p>That guy must have forgotten to take his meds (or visit a doctor - he needs them.)</p>
<p>ucsd ucla dad, and if you ever asked those parents to control their little darlings, you would get an earful. I actually learned never to speak to strangers about their children’s awful behavior when my kid was small. Many people took no responsibility for anything their kid did. If one kid clobbered another, it was never their fault.</p>
<p>On the commuter train home one night, a fellow passenger [whom I knew only from saying hello on the train a few times each week] took a call on her phone, in an extremely loud voice. She just sat there nearly yelling into the phone with her conversation. After about 5 full minutes of this, another passenger yelled out loud “YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING” and began to admonish the young woman. Well boy-howdy, did she give it back to him in that would make a salty tatooed sailor blush. I was a bit shocked because before she had always been so…quiet and cordial, but by no means was she embarrased by her colorful tirade that night.</p>
<p>NOT a slip…I was at dinner…it was my waist!</p>
<p>And you are correct, G forbid if you ask politely to the parent to have their child stop throwing their crayons at you, they think you are the meanest people in the world, because afterall, they are just displaying their artistic side.</p>
<p>One time at Macaroni Grill, while I was with a client, I had a child start putting crayons in my hair. The folks went on eating their meal. I turned around and tapped the mother on the shoulder to hand back the crayons, even said your child is putting them in my hair. I received the Thank you, I am sorry, and 2 minutes later I had crayons back in my hair again. I took them out of my hair and put on my table, spit on me once shame on you, spit on me twice shame on me!</p>
<p>B&P may have had a very clever play on words, referring to manners in a restaurant going “by the waist side” or may have meant the word wayside. Cracked me up too.
Anybody remember comedian Norm Crosby? He made a living like that.</p>
<p>I really am shocked sometimes by how rude people are these days. It’s as if we’re so used to having all our electronics in our own livingrooms, that we act in movie theaters as if we were still in our private homes. </p>
<p>During the last movie I went to see, I was “blessed” by two adults who felt perfectly comfortable discussing every scene on the screen, in normal, everyday voices. It was insane. I told them that it was hard for me to hear the movie. They just looked at me blankly, and kept talking. So I sat up in my seat oh, about 18 inches higher. I figured if I couldn’t hear, then they couldn’t see. It was amazing how quiet they learned how to be. ( I will admit I never would have done that if I were alone. I may be “assertive” but I’m not totally stupid.)</p>