Recent, jam-packed showing of
Before The Devil Knows You're Dead...a pair of jerkoffs behind me clearly have bad colds, so I'm treated to the lovely sounds of one of them
VERY LOUDLY clearing his throat every few minutes ("Hump-hump-hump-
HA-RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMPH!!!") and the other blowing her nose into a tissue a few times.
The theater was so crowded that, if I wanted to change seats, I'd be stuck in one of the first rows, so I was stuck with the two assholes who sounded like they were afflicted with Captain Trips from
The Stand. Christ...
