So I went to see The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian last night with my buddy Paula. It was a great film, go see it.

But while we're sitting there - before even the commercials started, the lights are on, people filing in, etc - this guy and four kids come in and sit a couple rows down from us. From what we can tell, some of the kids are just friends of his own children. In any case, the father has evidently taken them out to the movies for the night. Fine, whatever.

First thing that made us roll our eyes is one of the kids asking (in French) if the movie was going to be in English. Keep in mind that I live in Montreal, Quebec. The father sighs and says yes. We're thinking: well, duh, of course it's in English, you twits. It's a major film on its opening weekend. Clearly listed that it's in English. If the kids are gonna have a problem understanding, or the father has some kind of problem with English, then why the fuck are you taking them to an English-language version and not a French-language version? Idiots.

But what really pissed us off was what a total Cheap Bastard the father is. Four kids, alright? Two boys, two girls. The girls we can tell are daughter and a friend. Being about 10 years old, and girls, they initially go sit off on their own so they can be girls. Dad gets up and leaves all the kids alone for about 10 or 15 minutes. Does he come back with goodies? No. He has a coffee for himself, that's it.

He walks over to the girls and hands them this tiny little ziplock bag with like a handful of Goldfish crackers in it. We're talking enough to maybe fill the palm of my hand. That's it. For two kids going to the movies, and that's all he gives them. We never actually saw him give anything to the two boys.

The prices for food and drink at the movies is insanely highly, and I more than understand not wanting to pay them. I try not to myself. In fact, Paula and I brought our own bags of candy, hidden in her purse. But a miniscule bit of crackers and that's it? For two girls and nada for the boys? While you sit there drinking your fucking coffee.

You Cheap Fucking Bastard.

Sometimes I really, really hate people.

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