About a month ago my brother and I went to see Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol, which we thoroughly enjoyed.
for us, we were seated behind a group of chatty teenagers. After giving
them about a 2-minute grace period, I leaned over and said, politely
but firmly, “Can you please stop talking? Thanks.”
Mind you, I’m
not an intimidating guy by any stretch of the imagination, but they went
from mid-morning chat show to Tibetan monastery in 0.3 seconds. In
fact, they ended up leaving halfway through the film.
Now if I’d only had the balls to say something to the dude who kept kicking my seat.