Is It Me?

You can tell me. Honestly, I won’t get mad. Maybe it’s growing older. There should be some benefit to growing older, especially given the alternative, but I don’t think this is it.

What am I talking about?

My husband and I have gone to see 6 movies in the last 3 months. Two of them were kiddie movies (Monsters U and Despicable Me). I remember walking in with our family when our children were younger and having the solo adults sniff and expand there space cushion by plopping purses, jackets and other things between them and us.

I didn’t not want to be one of those people. If I got to a matinee, I expect children to be there.

So as we were sitting in the theatre, the seats start filling up with kiddies and mom and dad (or however the modern family is arranged). Sometimes Mom and Dad would leave said kiddies (in our row) and go sit somewhere else. In Despicable Me we sat next to 4 unattended children between the ages of 4 and 12, if that. I didn’t watch where mom and dad went. And to the children’s credit, they behaved very well throughout the movie.

The kid and his dad sitting next to me behaved during the movie.

The kids behind us didn’t kick our seats during the movie.

In fact, it was a pleasant experience until the end, roll credits and bump up the house lights. I texted my son to see if anything exciting happened at the end of the credits and was assured no, so we collected our trash and rose to leave.

Then a curious thing happened. I looked around and noticed that adults and children left their garbage behind. Few if anyone picked up their soda cups, popcorn bags or candy wrappers. What the hell!

I had to wade through the stuff. Seriously, when can’t you pick up your crap and toss it in the cans located conveniently by the exit you are passing?  Kudos for having well behaved kids but I plan to kill you off in my next apocalyptic book for being such an selfish jerk face. See if I don’t—I can see it now.

Then I calmed down. But the next movie it happened again. And the next. WTF people. I am a mother but I am NOT your mother! Clean up after yourself.

Thankfully, I calmed down and went to work. When my coworker asked me how my weekend went I ranted about the mess at the theaters. She said it was even worse at some of our national parks. She and her family hauled out 5 bags of litter from Slide Rock near Sedona. And that was just in their immediate vicinity.

People are using National Parks as trash cans! And just like that I have a scene for a story. And you’ll all know it when Killer Gene comes out. Yep, and if you’re one of the scum-sucking toilet dwellers who are littering (Insert Alice’s Restaurant here) picture yourself as one of those sliced and diced. Because I’m picturing you that way.

‘Nuf said. Rant over, you are now free to move about the theatre and National parks.

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at She’d love to hear from you.
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4 Responses to Is It Me?

  1. danrshaw says:

    When I first started out in pest control after being in the Navy for 20 years I was absolutely shocked going into peoples homes. A lot of the homes where trashed and the children’s rooms where the worse. In fact the richer the family was, the worse it was. The richer families of course had maids coming in on certain days of the week. Children are not taught rules of basic humanity and the responsibility of cleanliness. Parents pick up after their kids cause it’s easier than making them do it, maids clean up after families because they figure it’s not their job.
    There is no appreciation for hard work required to earn the money to live, hence no appreciation for tasking care of the things you have.
    As you observed adults doing the same thing, leaving their trash, how are kids going to learn this is unacceptable.
    Just like Justin Beiber peeing in a mop bucket and not realizing some low paid worker has to clean out that bucket to use it so there is no respect for that worker. Same goes in movie theaters. Some low paid worker has to clean up the mess. Who cares???

  2. rumpydog says:

    Let me add the beach to the list. Last time Jen went to the beach it was covered with trash people had left behind. What’s sad about that is that A) living creatures try to eat your trash, and some of that stuff will kill them B) the trash can become buried in the sand and cause injury to a living creature (human or non-human) and C) it can get washed out to sea. Shameful.

    We have no respect for our Mother Earth.

    • Oh yeah, I forgot the beach. I just don’t understand why people dirty the nature they go out to enjoy. When we go to the lake we always end up picking up a few extra bags full of stuff to throw away.

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