Line Upon Line

No, I'm not singing Saturdays Warrior. Line upon Line, precept on precept, I am turning into my Mother!!!

Yesterday, Heather and Dan invited Christian and I to got to dinner and a movie. We had a delicious dinner at Ruby River and then headed to The Jordan Commons to watch the action/thriller, Taken. Excellent movie! About 45 minutes into it, a woman about 8 rows ahead of us (we were on the back row) pulls out her cell phone and keeps holding it up, putting it down, holding it up. Finally she just sat there, holding it up. ENRAGEMENT!!!!

The little cell phone back light didn't turn off either. I have no idea what she was even doing. I kept muttering things to Heather and Christian. Christian kept asking me if I wanted to move seats. Why should I have to move? I'm not the idiot. Finally during a quiet moment in the movie, I called out, "Put your cell phone down!" Several people turned around, including the people RIGHT behind the woman with the cell phone. "Her!! Right there!" I pointed.
She made no movement as if she heard and no one around her told her put her phone away.
I sat there for a moment, fuming. Finally I got up out of my seat, marched down the steps and approached their seats. "Can you tell her to put her phone down?" I whispered to her husband. He looked at me confused. I said louder. "Can you tell her put her cell phone down? It's very distracting!" Finally she looks at me and puts her phone down. I didn't see it again the rest of the movie.

Really? I really had to go through this falderal? Ridiculous!! AND it always seems to be me that sits where someone is going to annoy someone else.

In my younger years, I NEVER would have approached someone, let alone call out in a theater. It comes from a lifetime of having a Mom who is very outspoken. It was very embarrassing; especially as a teen. Now the older I get, (and being pregnant makes it 700 billion times worse) the more vocal I am. The less I worry about what people think and the more I worry about what is right and what is fair. Maybe turning into my Mom isn't such a bad thing......and I'm sure I'll mortify my children too.