zzzht zzzht zzzht zzzht

Had one of those "is this real life?" moments lately? I have. We went to see Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy on Friday night, at the Sundance theater here in town, where, as Mr. PW said, we might luck out and get a more adult-acting audience.

Now, Tinker Tailor is a quiet movie. There's no car chases. There's thick British accents and a lot of names flying around. One would think that everyone would be quiet and pay attention, right?

Five minutes into the movie I hear zzzht zzzht zzzht zzzht.

For a second, I think it's part of the movie, but for the life of me I can't figure out what it is.

Then I hear it again. zzzht zzzht zzzht zzzht.

I look to my left where a fifty-something couple is sitting and chickie is filing her nails. Big-ass metal filer, talons out, scraping away. zzzht zzzht zzzht zzzht.

If you're anything like me, your spine is crawling just at the description. Mr. PW and I exchanged wide-eyed "For REAL?" looks, and I glared at her for a few minutes, to no avail.

Alas, Midwestern Nice is a terminal disease, and I couldn't bring myself to say anything to her (like "how about you maybe do that some other time?") ('you self-centered bitch"). I just sat there and fantasized about driving the nail file through her palm. Just before I reached my exploding point she put the file away for the rest of the movie.

On what planet do people find behavior like this acceptable? I'm stumped.

Ever experience someone else's cluelessness? Were you able to bring yourself to do something about it?