Ratatouille and the b*tch

Sorry guys for the language, but trust me, it is the only word appropriate to describe the horrible woman sitting next to me at the movies.

Thanks to our Alaska Airlines Visa card, we were given 4 free tickets and 4 free popcorn/soda passes for a preview screening of Ratatouille. First of all, this movie is fantastic; at least what I was able to see of it.

To set up the scenario that would later become hell, let me first describe the setting of this movie premiere: a huge crowd of eager children and adults anticipating a visual feast for the eyes, hopped up on sugar and caffeine. In other words, and excited and loud crowd; certainly louder than a mumbling baby.

Thing was, as usual, on his best behavior. He was a little tired and wanted to nurse a lot during the movie, but in no way was crying or fussing. About one third of the way through the movie after Hulk passed the Thing back to me, the woman next to me exclaims in a rather loud voice, "Your baby is annoying. What were you thinking bringing a baby to a movie. That is incredibly rude and inconsiderate for the people around you. I would appreciate you moving to the front row where you won't disturb myself or all those around you. Thank you for moving." HELLO???? WHAT????? I was so taken aback that my reply was simply, "excuse me?" I was shaking with anger and anxiety. I wanted to cry because I have never had someone talk to me in such a frank and rude manner, especially about my child. Thing must have felt my anxiety because he then began to fuss. I got up and the woman says with a smug look on her face, "Finally." I spent the rest of the movie upset and carrying a 20+ pound baby around missing the movie and missing out of a wonderful family memory. Should I have ignored her? Probably. But anyone that knows me knows how sensitive I can be. I was pretty shaken up. Apparently, the Hulk expressed his deep disgust to this woman thanking her for ruining our family outing and suggesting not attending a kids movie in the future if children bother her so much. I can understand people being annoyed if A: they had paid for their ticket B: if the movie was a serious, adult film with an intricate plot and compelling dialogue C: if the baby was screaming and crying and obviously unhappy about being in a movie theater.

Oh well, c'est la vie!