Fists of Fury, Trucker Mouth

Free speech:O   Insanity:1

I shouldn't have done it. I should have just let it go. My righteous indignation and subsequent confrontation was ill-timed, not well thought out and just plain stupid. I know that now. But man, oh man, was I caught off-guard! 

Here's the scoop: Had a week from the page book of  "Your Personal Pile of Poop". It was just a never-ending exhausting week that culminated in DH saying "let's go to the movies!". Actually, I think it was me. What was I thinking? We like to go on Fridays when the new movies come out and go early in the day when the theater is not crowded. As I said, this has been a hard week for medical issues that just snowballed, so getting out was supposed to be a fun spot in a crap week, but it turned into a nightmare. You know when the previews are on, you can kind of figure out how the audience is going to be during the movie? There are the loud talkers, but you sort of let it go because, silly me! you think they will be quiet during the flick. Hahaha. Nope. The movie, a drama that I had been anticipating for the last few weeks (since we have seen the preview a million times) started. I knew there was going to be trouble when near the beginning scene (this is a cop movie), the one cop says about his partner's locker "It looks like something from Pottery Barn" mocking his neat and tidy locker. Then a couple rows behind us, off to the side, a woman starts guffawing like a demented donkey. This apparently was so hysterical of a line she just chortled and practically rolled on the floor in riotous laughter. Ahhh, the fun was only beginning. There was so many comedic scenes such as the bad guys shooting at the cops, people being choked, blood spattering, children in horrible danger such as being duct-taped to chairs in a closet so their parents could smoke crack, that it continued to elicit much merriment from this delightful individual. Now everyone who knows me, knows that inappropriate laughter sends me over the brink in a movie. I wanted to move several times. I got up to do that, but DH just kept saying "relax, let it go!" (I felt like if we had moved to the opposite side of the theater at least I wouldn't have heard her as much) Why oh why didn't we move? Why oh why did I snap? After the film, on the way out, I went up to her and said: "You know, your talking and laughing through the movie just kind of wrecked it for me, thanks."
Then suddenly this crazy woman of about 60 started spewing every profanity she could think of and then some! She called me every name from B to C to S to W, then said FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF over and over. I started backing away: I was in the presence of greatness. Greatly crazy I mean. Then she came at me so quickly, and slugged me in the jaw. I have to pat myself on the back. I didn't curse back, I didn't raise my voice, I didn't hit her back. I think I was too stunned. (Now if I had had a Taser....)I walked out to the lobby where DH was and said "She slugged me!"
He was so upset with me, rightly so, as it could have been much worse. He has warned me to keep my mouth shut, but me, little Miss Make Things Right, had to blab because I'm sick of being pushed around. She came out (with her husband) still screaming obscenities and saying "I never touched her!" then "I only pushed her!"
Honestly, I was still so stunned I just looked at her and we walked to the back exit until they left. After that, I walked up to the manager, crying, and told them what happened. They were really great and decided to look at the video tapes to possibly ID her and ban her from the theater. (They all had been mystified wondering what the heck was happening as this crazy woman was cursing all the way out through the lobby, but no worker had witnessed what had happened in our theater)
Please oh please let me be a terrible lesson to you. It's not worth it. Oh it might give you a couple of minutes of satisfaction to speak up, but don't do it. There are nuts out there that will kill you for asking for a different bread for your sandwich. I know! I know! It isn't right! But you have to let it go. I don't know if I can say I lost the round yesterday. I am glad I didn't respond in kind. But I wish I had just let it go. I will go forth from this moment on and (try to) keep my mouth shut.


PS: I could have taken her!