Shove and Run: A drunk At the Movies

Here I thought this weekends post was going to be an update of what's coming to the big screen. Heck no!!!! I had some asshole drunk shove me and then run from me. What was I to do? I chased after him. I was sooo pissed off at him that I wanted to catch him and shove his beer can up his butt. I could have too, I was running with the can in my hand. This is how the whole drama unfolded....

I had to do security in 30 Days of Night, (horror vampire movie), because they thought is was going to be full of crazy trouble-making teens. Well, 15 minutes in to the movie, there were only about 56 people in the whole 300 seating auditorium. My boss sent message that I could go home or do another boring job. The movie was not too bad and I probably won't get another chance to see it, so I clocked out, got some popcorn and coke, sat down and was watching the rest of the movie.

During a really quite intense scene, you hear a glass bottle drop and roll downward. I looked over my seat and saw a bunch of people laughing. I was staring into the crowd off and on. Then I heard laughter again from the top section. I walked the stairs and was motioned by a couple of young ladies. I walked over to them and they told me the man 6 seats down was passed out asleep and kept snoring loudly. I asked them where the bottle came from and they said it was his. I could see a beer can in the cup holder and deceided to ask him to leave. Now, hindsight being 20/20, I should have gotten the cop to come into the theater or wait at the door for me....but I was pissed and didn't want to let him sit there any longer. I went over to him and woke him up. I told him to come with me outside the theater. He shoved my arm and figited with his pocket on his sweatshirt. Of course I didn't know what he was doing, going for a knife, gun, drugs, who knows now a days. He got up and followed me out, once outside the doors, he ran like a punk with something to hide. Dumbass me....chaced after him. We ran out side the building, around the corner and then he turned around. He had an amazed look on his face, like he had never seen a fat person run before. The best part was his beer can was in my hand the whole time, (I never thought, I should have thrown it at him). Finally he ran off property and I knew I couldn't leave property without getting in trouble. The chace was over. I was pissed because I don't run. There was no reason for running, hell he was just drunk to my knowledge.

I went back in to finish my movie, which was pretty much over by now, course this fact made me madder. I left, went to get a Margarita (jumbo size) and then home to bed. It took forever to go to sleep. Until next time, drink BEFORE you get to the theater or SHARE.