So, Tuesday really pissed me off.
There's a line from
Clerks: "I hate people but I love crowds. Isn't that ironic?"
I'm the opposite. I get along fine with people for the most part. However, when I'm thrown into crowds, I become surly.
On Tuesday, I got my fill of crowds after vowing that I wouldn't get into crowds much at all during this vacation.
First, we were late leaving for the IMAX theater to see The Polar Express. I'm particularly anal about getting to movie theaters early so I can make sure to get a decent seat.
The theater was in downtown Raleigh. So, of course, all the street parking was taken. We had to go to a parking garage about a block from the IMAX. The garage was pretty full. We ended up parked on Level 5.
We picked up our tickets with about 15 minutes to spare. Inside, I saw the line was already queued five rows deep. I needed a snack and some caffeine, decided that we weren't going to get a decent seat no matter what, so I got into line at the snack bar.
Unfortunately, I was in line behind three women ordering snacks for about six kids each. When I finally got to order, one of the women heard me getting Sour Patch Kids for Stefan and immediately slid back next to me to tell the clerk she needed one of those too or she'd "be in trouble." He handled her additional order while my credit card receipt sat in the printer waiting to get signed.
We were the next to last group in line to see this showing of The Polar Express. But as we came to the usher and prepared to give him our tickets, this couple with their elderly mom slid in front of us and handed THEIR tickets to the usher. The usher then had to spend a couple of minutes explaining that their tickets were dated for Tuesday, Dec. 30 and that, no, he couldn't honor them early because this show was sold out.
Finally, we get into the theater and, yes, the seats sucked. We were stuck in the neck-craning front row. Another couple wanted to move past us to get further down the row - one of them knocked over Karen's Diet Coke, which I bent over to rescue before it could go rolling off the edge and into fizzy oblivion. I got it, but managed to get a knee in the head by the passing man. "Goddammit," I muttered, settling back into my seat.
The movie was all right. Eventually, I convinced myself the seats weren't so bad. I forgot about the crowd and how much I hated being in it.
And then the movie ended.
We walked back to the parking garage. We rode the elevator up to Level 5. I took out my debit card so I would have it ready to give the attendant as we paid for parking. I drove down to street level. I was the first of the IMAX audience to get to the parking kiosk area. It was a three-lane affair. One lane came in. Two lanes went out. The middle lane appeared to be for cardholders only. The right lane, however, was currently blocked by an orange cone. There were two people inside the kiosk. Neither was telling us what the hell was going on. Meanwhile, the rest of the crowd from the IMAX movie was building up behind us in their cars. Karen suggested that maybe we should take the middle lane and she could pay through the passenger window. I hated doing it that way, but I also wanted to get out of there sometime the same day. So, I did it. I took initiative and moved into the middle lane, abandoning my spot at the head of the right lane. And THAT is when one of the clerks came out of the kiosk and said: "You have to pay in the right lane." They wouldn't take my money and clear us out. We had to go back to the end of the line.
When we finally made it back to the kiosk, I said to the guy: "Maybe you could work on a better way of communicating what's going on around here. Something better than an orange cone. Something like a sign that says 'Stay in this lane, we'll be with you as soon as possible.'"
His response: "Do you want a receipt?"
So, maybe now I'm starting to hate crowds AND people.
We followed this up with a trip to the Crossroads shopping center to pick up a Honey Baked Ham for Christmas. Naturally, the place was packed. We nearly got hit at least twice by SUVs zooming through the lot. Then we had to go through the line for about 20 minutes. And then traffic leaving the shopping center blocked me from going the way I wanted to go, forcing me to get on the frustrating loop that leads to I-40.
I wasn't fit for company by the time I dropped off Karen and Stefan at home, but I assured her none of my frustration was her fault. I still needed to go make my evening visit to the Jolley household to feed their cats. This put me back out in rush hour traffic on Chapel Hill Road and Maynard, but I felt myself decompressing a little once I got the feeding taken care of. I hung out with the cats for a bit.
When I got home, I still had an hour before the online seminar I'd planned for developing theme behind one of the races that players will have to choose from on the new OtherSpace game. I sent out emails to remind people about the seminar. And then I lost Internet. It came back about 30 minutes before the seminar. I logged on and told people we'd have the seminar in 30 minutes. And then I lost Internet again.
Karen called Time Warner Cable and learned that an outage in our area would be fixed within 90 minutes. So, after yelling from the rooftops that the seminar would happen on time at 7, I'd be a no-show.
She ordered pizza and wings, making the best of a bad situation. And she assured me that we'd still get the seminar done that night. She was right. The Internet was back up before 8 and I managed to run the seminar.
I was fairly frazzled, though. Sadly, I don't think I'm done with crowds at all, though.