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Sitting in the movie theater Friday afternoon catching a senior citizen early bird special (even though I do not qualify) I begin to survey the crowd I'm sitting with.
Maybe it's a throw-back from my security days or maybe I'm just smart, but I always size up the crowd I'm in and make myself aware of any potential threats or unpleasent situations. For example, don't sit near senior citizens that cannot hear. They ask questions all through the showing, and ask questions loudly! If there is a baby in the room, change theaters. It's funny how loud noises wake them up and make them scream and cry for the remainder of the movie. If someone is sitting with a large empty popcorn box in their lap and the movie hasn't started, change rows or protect your genitals.
This day would be a little different as I sat waiting for the movie ZODIAC to begin. The difference this time was while I made my observations of the folks around me, I also included myself. Judging by appearence alone I evaluated and considered everyone there, as well as myself, a possible threat for the first time.
The room was filled with white middle aged men, stocky built, not too short, not too tall, dark colored-light weight-hip length jackets, nike shoes, all sitting by themselves, all very average looking, all blend into the crowd without distinguishing characteristics. If I had to describe any of their faces to a sketch artist, it would be a round blank. Every one of them a possible serial killer by every description we've all heard before on the news. I was one of them. We all could have been the Zodiac killer. Maybe one of them was. We all were old enough to have lived through that time period, we were all in the room together to watch the story we already knew, and we were all here on opening day with the choice between comedy-WILD HOGS, or killing-ZODIAC since both movies started at 11:40.
I waited until the theater was empty and the lights came on before I left so as not to be included in any further profiling of possible serial killers, or fat guys with no date and no job to go to on a weekday afternoon.
Maybe it's a throw-back from my security days or maybe I'm just smart, but I always size up the crowd I'm in and make myself aware of any potential threats or unpleasent situations. For example, don't sit near senior citizens that cannot hear. They ask questions all through the showing, and ask questions loudly! If there is a baby in the room, change theaters. It's funny how loud noises wake them up and make them scream and cry for the remainder of the movie. If someone is sitting with a large empty popcorn box in their lap and the movie hasn't started, change rows or protect your genitals.
This day would be a little different as I sat waiting for the movie ZODIAC to begin. The difference this time was while I made my observations of the folks around me, I also included myself. Judging by appearence alone I evaluated and considered everyone there, as well as myself, a possible threat for the first time.
The room was filled with white middle aged men, stocky built, not too short, not too tall, dark colored-light weight-hip length jackets, nike shoes, all sitting by themselves, all very average looking, all blend into the crowd without distinguishing characteristics. If I had to describe any of their faces to a sketch artist, it would be a round blank. Every one of them a possible serial killer by every description we've all heard before on the news. I was one of them. We all could have been the Zodiac killer. Maybe one of them was. We all were old enough to have lived through that time period, we were all in the room together to watch the story we already knew, and we were all here on opening day with the choice between comedy-WILD HOGS, or killing-ZODIAC since both movies started at 11:40.
I waited until the theater was empty and the lights came on before I left so as not to be included in any further profiling of possible serial killers, or fat guys with no date and no job to go to on a weekday afternoon.
posted by RJK at
2:08 PM
1 Comments:
Kinda creepin' me out. Haha.
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