Credits roll, kid screams, and I fucking lose it. My hands are shaking, I’m so pissed. I stand up, swing around, and yell at the parents, “Hey thanks a LOT for letting your screaming kid ruin the movie for everyone! Thanks for thinking it was a good idea to bring your toddler to an 11pm showtime! Great parenting!” They looked completely shocked and offended that someone actually had the audacity to call them out, and they yelled back at me to go fuck myself, collected their freakshow of offspring, and rushed out.
I’m still angry about it this morning. I can’t stand kids but I hate fucking terrible, entitled, ignorant parents more than anything else on earth.
