Today I went to the 12 noon showing, knowing full well that the cinema would be quiet. A guy sat in the row behind me, but a few seats down to my left decided to put his legs between the gaps of the back of the chair in front of him and proceeded to put his shoes on the armrests of the chair in front.
This is disgusting! Who knows what he's stepped in outside! Eeeewwww!
Andy, you are clearly a man of means and enjoy fine experiences. A qualified home theater designer can give you a home theater experience that, in terms of audio, exceeds anything a commercial cinema can offer and, in terms of picture, can surpass the commercial theater in terms of picture quality in all ways except for (in most cases and budgets) size—which becomes irrelevant when you are seated 10 feet from the screen. Why do people subject themselves to the hoi poloi when they can luxuriate in comfort with their favorite beverages, snacks, company and PAUSE button for bathroom breaks? You can PM me for details.
shareMany thanks for your offer, however, I have already a cinema room, kitted out courtesy of the chaps from Richer Sounds in ‘Sunny’ Bournemouth.
Why do I still go? The reason being, I get 6 free tickets a year because of the bank account I have and I don’t want to waste them.
I suggest give em away / sell em / xmas or birthday presents ....
Makes you look good , and some other poor bastard has to actually go to the cinema :)
That actually reminds me of an annoying trend that some of the lazier kids in my school would do, called "the cool sit," (which I did not find cool at all). It's where they'd sit really low in their chair, so that their chests were at desktop level, and they'd stretch out their legs to the sides or onto the basket under the seat in front of them, though usually it was to the sides.
I hated it, particularly since it wasn't comfortable when I tried it, and more than once, I had some tall idiot sitting behind me in a number of classes, with his long, long legs sticking out on either side of my chair, tripping me as I was trying to get out to do something, or I'd have to force him to put his feet somewhere else when I wanted to put my book-bag down and put my books in the basket. Drove me crazy in jr. high and high school.