I am out on a date, relaxing, waiting to see the latest chick flick and in trounces a pack of teenagers. I was fascinated with how the members of the group jockeyed for position. It took nearly 15 minutes of teeth gnashing, hair pulling and pissing before the pack settled down in front of us.

The move is in full swing and then the chatter started. Not just a few giggles when the gay son made his debut or the father touched his wife just above the breast. Nope, full on hushed conversations and comments. On and on it went … chitter chatter chitter chatter.

About mid-way through, two of the girls got up, moved closer to their friends and started to carry on a full blown conversation. That was the last straw. I leaned forward, pulled out my butch-daddy voice and said loud enough for all the other patrons to hear … “Ladies, some manners, please”.

Satisfied by the silence front of me and the sigh of relief from several adults behind me, I sat back to enjoy the rest of the movie.