Instead of hustling in an hour early for a center-row seat, I booked my ticket online and strolled in just a few minutes before the show. Soda and popcorn in place, the lights went down and all was silent until the thunderous chorus and scroll kicked in to everyone’s childlike delight. But halfway through the movie, a flash appeared in my peripheral and there you were—a grown woman, nose-deep in your Facebook and Twitter apps. Apparently you left your manners in a galaxy far, far away. Your adult son, realizing you basically busted out a lightsaber in a dark theater, told you to put the phone away but you wouldn’t listen, leading to an argument about your social media addiction that had everyone in our row hissing. Next time use the force for self-control.
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