Losing My Faith In Humanity

I went to see Horrible Bosses last night. On the way over, I say to my boyfriend, “Oh no! Harry Potter comes out tonight!” He knows I have issues with Pottermania. I guess I just can’t wrap my head around the notion of waiting for 12 plus hours to see Daniel Radcliff use his wand. And wand isn’t a sexual inuendo there, he’s using a magical wand, and not his dick, which, ironically, can be seen on broadway. I don’t understand why these kids don’t just wait until the next day to see the movie? And also, you’re all pretty young, most of of you under 16, seeing as the parking lot is mostly empty, meaning your parents dropped you off.  So now we have a group of unsupervised, cape-wearing pre-teens? And many are girls. With their high pitched voices. Kill me.

But our movie was early, boyfriend reminded me. An 8:45-er. We’re saved, right? WRONG. The view as we pull in:

And inside:

and on our way out:

Note the news truck. Apparently, this is news. Clearly, Rupert Murdoch really did need to voicemail hack in order to compete with this.

As we paid for our movie, I asked the ticket-seller how his night was going. He looked around and muttered “I hate these fucking people.”

My thoughts exactly.