Warbride of Frankenstein
By Anonymous

You were the prissy old lady at the Marina Pacifica theater the other night—the one who kept turning around to tell a teenager behind you to stop eating his popcorn. You could have moved, but no, the world is your living room: let’s all do the things you want to do. After you loudly told the kid to keep it quiet, I could take no more: I asked you to shut the hell up. You went and got the manager, who politely came down, looked the kid and his parents over and declared you couldn’t do anything about popcorn-eating in a movie theater. That’s when you threatened to call the police. And that’s when I laughed: You were ready to go to war. The movie? Letters From Iwo Jima. Talk about life imitating art.

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