I once remember watching a movie, and in the row behind me, a baby started crying. It goes on for twenty minutes, and I'm pretty much ready to yell at the parents and go complain at the front desk. Then, on top of that, the mother starts unstrapping her bra to breastfeed the baby (No, I didn't look at the tits.) and I'm ready to tell her, "Excuse me, there are small children in here, put your shirt back on." when she puts her shirt back on. I'm finally glad, but then the little kid starts crying, so I go complain, and to no surprise, the starfish 17 year old worker at the desk says, "Get over it." So, I have to deal with the kid crying for the final half-hour of the movie.