@ X-ray
I had three kids sitting behind me talking throughout the whole of 'Return of the King'.
The thing is, the mother of one of the litte sh!ts was sitting right at the other end of the row, with a couple of younger girls, as if she didn't want anything to do with them. My mother would have come and given me a clip round the ear if I behaved like those kids. And if I put up a fuss, she would've dragged me out of the cinema by my collar, apologising profusely to the people nearby for my terrible behaviour, and then taken me home - I wouldn't have been very popular for the rest of that day, or even that week. "I spent a lot of money so you could go out" she would have said - and you know what, she would've been right.
But oh, some bleeding-heart, knit your own yoghurt, tie-die wearing, lentil eating mofo without kids of their own would say that the experience would've traumatised me. Bollocks - incidents like that taught me manners, and to have consideration for other people.
What's bad is that I, like many decent people start off being tolerant - but there's only so much I can take. Then I snap and get rude, and people look at you as if you're the villain.
I try and have consideration for others, as I'm sure many other people do. It seems there are some on this earth who think they are the centre of the universe :-P, and couldn't give a flying fcuk about anyone else. Not even when you ask them politely...
