Complaining Is My Hobby

complainingI complain a lot and I’m proud of it. As far as I’m concerned complaining is an under appreciated form of expression. It’s responsible for most, if not all, of the greatest advances. Think about it. The cave people were tired of whining about being cold so they figured out how to make this thing called fire. The Wright brothers were wearing themselves out grousing about the birds having all the fun so say hello to the fixed wing plane.

In fact, right now, based on my demographic, I am in the complaining sweet spot. No one takes an under 30 complainer that seriously because they haven’t had years to hone their craft to get quick results. The female 30 to 40 age bracket is usually too busy parenting young children to follow through on any kind of long-term complaining agenda. The over 65 group has grown out of or weary of complaining and has passed to torch to me – over 40 under 60 and ready to mix it up.

Which is way last Sunday I was in full complaining mode. I was standing in line at a local movie theatre waiting to buy tickets; only one family was in front of me. You would think this would mean I’d be out of that line in less than three minutes. Wrong. Because the theatre has brought back assigned seating. This means before you buy your ticket you look at a computer screen and pick your seats. I get it. In theory it’s not a bad idea. The big issue is you take what should be a 60 second transaction and turn it into Sophie’s choice. Do I sit here or there or way up there? You start asking family members where they want to sit. The horrors, because based on my phone timer, it took this family of four, seven minutes, that’s right, s-e-v-e-n minutes to pick their seats.

After my phone timer hit the five-minute mark I felt it was my duty to intervene and ask the cashier if she would kindly suggest the “best seats available” to this family. She replied that she could not, “you know, company policy and all.”

Finally, as an act of mercy, I told the family where they should sit and praise the almighty buttered popcorn they took my advice. After I quickly got my tickets I went straight to the information kiosk and questioned the wisdom in the assigned seating if you can’t have the box office cashier, with great kindness, nudge a family into making a decision.

I explained that come summer blockbuster time they were going to have a line a mile long, stretching past the Panera and circling Dick’s Sporting Goods, if they didn’t have some sort of system in place to aid and hurry people up in their seat selection.

This is where my ego took a mighty blow. The young woman suggested I “send an email to the corporate headquarters with my complaint.”  Oh no she didn’t!  You know what it means when someone tells you to send an email? It means they think you’re old. As in you’re so old you probably A) Don’t know how to send an email B) Won’t remember to send an email and C) If you do remember the email will be in all caps.

I know I needed a hair appointment to do a little gray camo and I had been using wrinkle cream purchased at Target but for the love of God I didn’t think I looked THAT old. I was steamed leaving me no choice but to go over her head. I asked her to call the manager.

The manager, a dude that looked a little bit older, like he had been shaving for at least six months, got a double whammy complaint. First, I went off on the suggestion of sending an email and second I went into great detail about the time suck of having people select their seats without any guidance. To his credit, he listen politely and even did a head nod or two. He also mentioned contacting “corporate” and I pointed out that “corporate” was right next door, like pick up a rock and you’ve hit the elusive corporate. He did, though promise to “bring it up.”

Now, this is where an ardent complainer brings her “A” game. I didn’t just contact corporate, I started a petition and I’m offering my services to the theatre chain. I will, for a  movie gift card only, conduct a class in how to gracefully aid a customer in seat selection thus keeping the line quickly moving. I’m still waiting to hear back. But really they’d be fools not to partake of my services.

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Here’s a little ditty about it: The Spring Creek Elementary School PTA board (a coven of Mean Moms dressed in Uggs, yoga pants, and dermal filler) is up to no good.  Wynn Butler (middle-aged, uncool, and not bringing sexy back) is determined to find out what’s going on. With help from her two kids, a Roomba vacuum turned mobile surveillance drone, and a few good friends, Wynn launches a covert investigation that leads to the “mother of all revenge capers” at the school’s annual Fall Festival.  If you’ve ever fantasized about smoke bombing the idiot parent who has yet to master the fine art of the school drop-off lane, or standing up and shouting, “Liar, liar, Botox on fire” during a PTA meeting, then this delicious tale of payback is for you. 

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9 thoughts on “Complaining Is My Hobby

  1. mamalion3 says:

    Assigned seats in a movie theater? SMH! I don’t think you have to put much effort into correcting this one! They’ll change their mind on that ridiculous ides before too long!

  2. Scott says:

    I haven’t been to that AMC in a while (based on your description) — we use the other chain (@ the Palazzo). I didn’t know they had assigned seating. I always wondered how that would work. That was a huge plus for us of the Fork and Screen, but we always book online. Seems like they should let you get assigned seating if you book online. If you want assigned seating at walk up, have a separate window. And for everyone else, give them a GA section. Of course, I can see the fights now over a GA person sitting in an assigned seat. 🙂

  3. Emmy says:

    I love you and I have got your back! Complaining when done properly is an art form and you must be a master.

  4. Monica Ullrich says:

    We had the same problem at the same theater. The part we really hated was having to tell others that they were sitting in our assigned seats. This is a problem waiting to happen. We won’t go back there. I also thought the recliners felt creepy. I felt like I was in bed with 10-12 strangers! Yuck!

  5. Dennis Hallowelll says:

    you should go to cinemark off johnson drive. No assigned seating. Regular movies are $4.25 during the day and $6.75 at night, any day of the week

  6. normal mom says:

    Assigned seating? what fresh hell is this? no way would I ever go to such a theater. they need to take a hint from Southwest Airlines: faster way by far to board the plane is to pick your seat, not look for your assigned seat.

  7. Pearl ;) says:

    For the love of God, what happened to walking in and sitting down in the seat that best suits your mood. This totally takes the fun out of “that was my seat”. Or worse yet, you get behind the person with the huge hair (bigger the hair, closer to God) and cannot move to another seat.

  8. A.PROMPTreply says:

    Am totally psyched up to find out I am in age bracket that has been handed the torch of complaining! This is just great. Now I can tell son and husband I am only doing my duty to the world! Thank you!

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