I found this online and think it’s just classic. Apparently this chick was asked to stop texting during the movie twice. On the third time, she kicked her out and wouldn’t refund her, as per the house rules.
She went on to leave them a profanity-laced voicemail, which I’m sure was fueled by a little liquid courage (although, does she even sound old enough to drink? Just sayin’…) and in turn, the theater created a PSA that is shown before all (R-rated) movies now, featuring the transcription of her rant. Below is the clean version:
My mom asked me today if I had updated my website. I looked at her, yet the expression on my face truly made the words that followed unnecessary.
Me: I haven’t had anything to update.
Mom: What about how you went to the City for dinner?
Me: dinner with my brother isn’t exciting enough for a whole blog post. I tweeted that.
Mom: What about the rain?
Me: equally as boring, only worse because many of my readers are already experiencing said rain for themselves.
It was right about this time that my dad hollered up the stairs, wondering if he should turn the oven off for my mom, who reminded him he probably shouldn’t, since she hadn’t taken the food out yet since it wasn’t done cooking.
During the Great Oven Exchange of 2010, I happened upon this “news brief” (thanks for sharing this nugget Dante) which I will now post here, since I don’t have any good stories.
I ♥ social media because you can create things like this:
Also, if you’re listening Pixar, I’m available for voiceover work and I probably work way cheaper than Hilary Duff or Mylie Cyrus. Just throw me a couple videos from the Disney vault and I’m good to go.
