"Whoever mentioned the 3-o'clock hour on the subway, I empathize. Everytime I'm trapped in a subway car full of screaming, cussing, completely-unaware-of-anyone-but- themselves teenagers, I WEEP for the future. I mean, I can NEVER remember acting like that AT ANY AGE. Unbelievable."
No kidding. It's kinda scary actually. And this past weekend I was watching a movie at the AMC on 42nd St. About 5-10 minutes into the movie, we hear this shouting rushing into the theater. About 20 kids ran in screaming and ran around the theater for a good 20 seconds disrupting everything and confusing everyone to pieces. And then they ran out the other exit door. Call me overreactive, but I thought I was going to get shot or something and was kinda shaken up by it. They turned the lights on after the kids had left to see what was going on and ONE theater employee poked his head in and walked to the exit where the kids left. Not sure what happened, but the lights were left on (while the movie continued to run btw), and then a minute or 2 later once we realized nothing was going to happen, we shouted for them to turn down the lights and they did. No one from the theater addressed us, apologized to us (I mean they didn't even rewind the movie), said they are looking to fix things so it wouldn't happen again. Nada. I digress, but seriously, how could you possibly have been raised to behave that way. Unbelievable.
"Some of us have it worse, you know, Dana. Some of us are dating lesbian men. Okay? C'mon."
