I had to work Saturday afternoon so Michael and I had a "city to ourselves" holiday weekend. That night when I got off we went to see "Strangers With Candy," the long-postponed big-screen version of the cult classic television show about Jerri Blank and the kids. We got there extra early so Michael could have his coveted back-row, aisle seat. The theater slowly filled up more than I would have expected (someone besides me wants to see this movie?!), but everything was looking good as the lights went down.
And then he walked in. There was one empty seat separating Michael and me from the next people in our row, so down he sat. Of course he had a gigantic bag with him (don't they always?). After rattling the contents of said bag for about nine hours, out came the gigantic burrito. But it wasn't bad enough that I had to smell and listen to his eating -- he was a (fake) overlaugher. The opening credits came on the screen and announced: A WORLDWIDE PANTS PRODUCTION (Letterman's company). He became HYSTERICAL! He literally doubled over in his seat, head tilted back and rocked back and forth "laughing." (I can assure you that nothing in the history of the world was this funny.)
This fake overlaughing continued nonstop for 90 minutes. No matter what happened on the screen -- funny or not -- my neighbor was nearly dying laughing so hard. I have a feeling the movie wasn't anything to write home about (think of a too-long episode of the show with some of the jokes even rehashed from TV), but this freak sitting next to me was so annoying that even when something was funny, it made me want to scream "But it's NOT THAT FUNNY!!" ...
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He was probably high
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