Your taxi is here, my dear

I went to the midnight, well, 12:01 showing of The Dark Knight with my friends Jason and Sheldon. Jason and I had got our tickets earlier.
Shit, it’s lightning outside. I am outside. More to come later.
Alright, back home and inside.
As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, Jason and I got our tickets on Wednesday night for screen 16. Sam had tickets for screen 1, as did everyone else I know that doesn’t talk to me or contact me. Sheldon hadn’t got his yet, but when he did it was for screen 2. However, the screen assignments didn’t matter to us. We went wherever we wanted. We started in screen 16, where the trouble began.
We chose three seats together that were conveniently located behind the most annoyingly homosexual young man in the world. He had no shoes, tight pants, massive lisp, and an ugly boyfriend. I have no problem with gay guys, but this kid was annoying as fuck. Even his friends were getting annoyed. It was only made worse by the beach balls flying around the crowd.
Yes, beach balls flying around in the movie theatre.
Jason and Sheldon went to go look in theatre 2 to see if it was as annoying as 16. After a few seconds I got fed up and went to find them. Screen 2 was like nobody was in there. It was so quiet, so peaceful, so small. It was half the size of the screen we were just in seconds ago. This annoyed us yet again, so we moved to screen one.
Screen one was about the same as 16, but with more people we knew. We were talking to a few people down in front when the beach balls started flying. One flew right to me and I grabbed it out of the air as if my life depended on it. Now that I had the ball I had a choice. Do I pop it? Do I deflate it? Do I throw it back? No, I throw it away from everyone, towards the exit. I was met with applause by the first 6 rows and met with boo’s from the very back. That’s where the douchebags who started this were. With all the cheers and the boo’s and the douchebags standing up yelling at me, I did the only logical thing I could think of doing. I raised both hands in the air, and flipped up both of my middle fingers to them. I have never had so much applause in my entire life. Every row up until the douchebags were cheering for me. I felt important. The best I’ve felt in my entire life.
And it was all ended when a little kid got the ball back into play.

If you ever want to feel empowered, I suggest you flip off an entire group of people waiting to see a movie. That’s what I did.