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I recently went to a movie with my family. The movie was great, but the lady directly behind me snorked almost every five minutes throughout the whole thing! You know what I mean by snorking, right? Not just sniffing...forcefully snorking mucous down into her throat so she could swallow it. Loudly. Loud swallowing of loudly snorked mucous. I'm not even lying, it got so bad that I felt nauseaus, and I generally have an iron stomach. I began to feel like I was the one with a thick mucous problem because you could so plainly hear the volume of mucous she was snorking. She and her husband had cute laughs at the funny parts of the show, but I couldn't even bring myself to see that as a redeeming quality. I was so grossed out and SO wishing either she or I had chosen a different way to spend our evenings.

On another note, Saturday night was spent watching "The Time Traveller's Wife" with a few girlfriends, and the audience was entirely splendid. Such a great movie! I was amongst a sea of cryers, which kind of unified all of us in the theatre, but it was a wonderful comic relief for me whenever I heard a funny sob. The lady directly behind me let out an anguished, strangled, "Oh!" when the saddest part finally happened. Maybe it was mean for me to laugh inwardly at her noise, but maybe that's just me...I'm either hating other theatre-goers, or laughing at their pain.