Forgive me, I just need to rant amongst colleagues for a moment. I went to see the new Avengers movie today, a treat to myself having spent a week in the hospital at my wife's side while she awaits surgery. I enjoyed the film immensely, and it had the appropriate amount of smashing and explosions to take my mind off my wife's woes for a few hours. What that says about me, we'll leave to the darkness of the movie theater. ;-)
At the end of the film, I got up to leave. A large, old man moved past me in the aisle and said something under his breath. I said, "what?" He repeated: "Thanks for coughing through the whole movie."
I couldn't believe it. Luckily I got mad fast enough to retort: "Yeah, lung conditions can be that way." I don't know if he heard the not so printable title I bequeathed him on the way out the door, but I hope so. I also hope his wife heard it, and that her old man was hassling a disabled person. Nice catch, lady.
I was hopping mad, and though I am a peaceful sort, I looked back at the exit to watch him come out and marvel (har har, no pun intended) at him. Even confront him? I was tempted, something I never do. When someone his size, with a green shirt emerged and walked in my direction. I met his gaze and glared at him, then wondered if it was the same guy. If not, sorry innocent guy!
After a soothing rant on Facebook, I decided that he had done me a favor by letting me know that he was, a) an ableist jackass, and b) too profoundly irritated and distracted by my coughing to enjoy the movie, which is exactly what he deserved. I would never have known if he hadn't helpfully informed me. I am hoping I can join him for the new Star Wars movie.
I mean, really. If he can't be inspired by my heroic journey through life, that brought he and I together to watch a film on this fateful day, who needs him? I have zero patience left for ableism and ignorance. It's pretty easy to be decent to other people. Evidently this guy never learned how. I'm not sympathetic to his movie-related plight in the least.
Thank you for letting me vent.
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At the end of the film, I got up to leave. A large, old man moved past me in the aisle and said something under his breath. I said, "what?" He repeated: "Thanks for coughing through the whole movie."
I couldn't believe it. Luckily I got mad fast enough to retort: "Yeah, lung conditions can be that way." I don't know if he heard the not so printable title I bequeathed him on the way out the door, but I hope so. I also hope his wife heard it, and that her old man was hassling a disabled person. Nice catch, lady.
I was hopping mad, and though I am a peaceful sort, I looked back at the exit to watch him come out and marvel (har har, no pun intended) at him. Even confront him? I was tempted, something I never do. When someone his size, with a green shirt emerged and walked in my direction. I met his gaze and glared at him, then wondered if it was the same guy. If not, sorry innocent guy!
After a soothing rant on Facebook, I decided that he had done me a favor by letting me know that he was, a) an ableist jackass, and b) too profoundly irritated and distracted by my coughing to enjoy the movie, which is exactly what he deserved. I would never have known if he hadn't helpfully informed me. I am hoping I can join him for the new Star Wars movie.
I mean, really. If he can't be inspired by my heroic journey through life, that brought he and I together to watch a film on this fateful day, who needs him? I have zero patience left for ableism and ignorance. It's pretty easy to be decent to other people. Evidently this guy never learned how. I'm not sympathetic to his movie-related plight in the least.
Thank you for letting me vent.
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