Years ago, I went to a theater on a Friday night with a girl I was planning to smash later. I remember the movie. It was the movie “We Are Marshall” and it was a bunch of teenagers in there I started to ask for a refund then, but I tried to stay. I already saw what type of time they were on because it was a few dozen of them and they were all rowdy as hell.
In the process of us sitting there in our seats, I hear this teenage girl start talking shyt to this teenage boy. I’ll never forget his words. “He turned to her and calmly told her, yeah I know you want this d*ck but I’m not going to give it to you though.”
The girl shut the fukk up and got real quiet and didn’t say nothing else to him.
Later on a few minutes after the movie started, I see 2 teenage boys run in the theater towards a separate group of teenagers and start punching some teenage boy that was seated with the group. I mean the poor kid got the shyt beat out of him within a matter of a few seconds then the boys took off running back out of the theater. Friends of the boy that got attacked pursued the assailants that fled the theater. I still ponder on why they didn’t get involved while their little homie was getting manhandled.
Right after that happened, I saw a Karen get up and head out. I knew by the way she was walking she was going to tell management and/or security. A few minutes later management comes in the theater, turns the lights on, stops the movie, and tells the audience they are going to start the movie over from the beginning; however, if anyone there wanted a refund they could come and do so. The young lady I was with decided it would be best if we went and got a refund and we did just that. We ended up going somewhere and doing some other stuff that night.