Movie theater, Midnight, Cellphone

His cellphone rang during the movie. It certainly ruined the best part. It was right at the part where the monster was about to be killed by the medieval hero. Everyone in the theater was completely enthralled with was going on. This interruption was too much though. John was embarrassed; he prepared to be yelled at. As expected, he got boos. Even worse, three people threw their drinks at him and scored a direct hit.

But this level of hate wasn’t to be unexpected in this day and age. After all, just three weeks before the Secretary of the Treasury was kidnapped, by some unknown group of individuals, from his office and somehow managed to turn up hanging, dead, from a flag pole of Truecable Incorporated. They were simply angry about his inaction towards the survival of Truecable, unwilling to provide for its failed attempts at public distribution of its artistically questionable media. Impulsive hate and violence was maybe a sign of the times, and certainly even present in the movie theater. John, in frustration and with a touch of fear, decided to leave through the emergency exit rather than even apologize. It was midnight anyway, and he was getting tired.