Being challenged to Fight at Cineplex and Grinding my Coffee Beans Outside

Welcome back, to another exciting blog post from, The Eason Clan. Today we have some interesting topics in the arsenal: we will be talking about how I was challenged to fight another man at Cineplex last week and end it off with how I start my mornings with my ninja-like-quiet skills.

Sat back, on this lovely rainy Sunday, and enjoy this post I wrote while drinking coffee with a tooth cavity – what a time!

Being challenged to fight at Cineplex

I enjoy a good movie at the theatre.

There’s nothing like a big bag of freshly popped, salty, buttery popcorn. What’s equally enjoyable is a nice cold Coke, and a small bag of chocolate Whoppers. Now my bank account doesn’t enjoy the $30 combo, however I like to look at the bigger picture of actually getting out and enjoying a movie.

Truthfully, I wasn’t entirely sure about the movie Melissa and I were heading to see.

Sound of Freedom staring Jim Caviezel. This movie is about child trafficking – that alone makes it hit very close to home, as a father of four. I heard it was intense, powerful and a great thriller, so I was on the fence. My mother went and saw it, and she said she couldn’t eat her popcorn, because it was that intense.

My biggest issue wasn’t so much the movie, but more so my past experiences working for the police and the emergency calls I was involved in. However, I will leave that conversation here- essentially my own past experience was casting serious doubts on my ability to sit through a movie about such an intense topic.

After a bit of prayer and contemplation, I decided I would go and give it a shot and show my support for this cause of fighting child trafficking.

God’s children are not for sale.

Melissa and I sat in the top row of the movie theatre, and on my right were a woman and man in their 60’s.

I snuggled myself into the seat and got comfortable as the movie previews started. What happened next was a first for me as a movie goer.

I could hear the man and woman constantly complaining about the movie previews, and each complaint by the man was accompanied by loud curses of the F word and Jesus’s name. As the movie previews continued, (one was about Jewish people in Israel, which the woman huffed and said, “Well, we won’t be seeing that!” along with some colourful language from the man), the swearing got louder and worse.

For those that know me personally, you know I don’t like swearing. After working for the police, my skin, so to speak, got tougher for people using it on my calls – with that said, my tolerance level was low since I was paying money to sit down and enjoy a movie night out with my wife.

After two more outbursts by the man (of whom I wish I owned a swear jar for), I had enough.

I turned my head to the right, and asked, “Can you please stop swearing.”

You would think I had asked him to stop breathing by his next reaction.

“If you don’t like it, you can ***** **** **** **** move somewhere else.”

This just got heated.

“I paid money for these seats to watch the movie, not to listen to you,” I said.

*Insert stream of curse words aimed at me*, to which I replied, “You got to be joking?”

*FIRE UP THE ENGINES SCOTTY, THIS GUY IS GOING PSYCHO!!!*

I watched as his face twisted; the woman next to him asked him to stop.

“You want to do something about it?” he exclaimed. “You want to do something about it!?”

WELCOME TO CHRISTIAN’S DECISION MAKING ROOM! THE PLACE WHERE EVEN CHRISTIAN GETS CONFUSED.

TODAY WE HAVE TWO OPTIONS: PREPARE TO FIGHT A CRAZY GUY IN A MOVIE THEATRE AND MOST LIKELY NOT ENJOY YOUR MOVIE – OR – WALK OUT AND TELL THE EMPLOYEES THIS GUY IS NUTS.

I chose the last option.

However, before I did, I may have embellished my exit.

After starring at him uncomfortably for about 30 seconds, I stood to my feet, (his face change slightly), and I said quite coolly, “I’ll be right back.” If I had my time back, I would have thrown in my Arnold Schwarzenegger impersonation and drop the “be” in the sentence, however those are moments I can’t get back :P.

I walked past my psycho swearing acquaintance, and out of the theatre, and explained to the manager what happened. She agreed that he shouldn’t have challenged me to fight, and followed me back into the theatre with an extra employee for backup. To our surprise – the couple had moved.

When I sat next to Melissa, she told us that they moved to the far side of the room away from us. The employees walked over, warned the man (of which we could hear him cursing yet again at the employees) and then it was over. They were the first ones out when the movie ended.

Maybe they were thinking after I left the theatre, that I was coming back with a bunch of street goons, or a a chrome bat, but either way they moved.

Remember folks, you don’t have to listen to some person mouthing off – just be prepared that if you correct someone, they might turn into Mr. Hyde.

Grinding my Coffee Beans Outside

Shhhhhhhh…not a word. Not squeak. Do not even bend over to pick something up, in case of a loose toot.

There is one rule for Parent Club, “Don’t Wake The Children.”

Waking a child in the morning has varying effects.

1. It depends on home many children you have. The more you have, the greater the chance that you will wake one, thus leading to a cranky child.
2. If you want alone time, it won’t happen if you wake a 4 year old.
3. Having a child wake another child can be disastrous.

Prime Example of a child waking another.

7:01 A.M. – A shrill, ear piercing scream sounds through the hall. Ungodly, unnatural and SUPER loud.

7:01 A.M. – I jump out of bed, open my bedroom door, and standing in the hall is Isaac – holding a balloon by the tip, stretched and squealing.

7:02 A.M. – A door opens, followed by another door and another.

7:03 A.M. -The Eason Clan reporting for duty!

As you can imagine, I want to avoid any unnecessary, unwanted, and unwelcome noise. So I pride myself in my ability to stealthy make my way around my house, especially since I usually wake up at 6-6:30 in the morning.

I stay to the left of my stairs, to avoid the creaking steps.

I don’t pour up my cereal on the kitchen island – I pour it towards the wall to avoid loud acoustics (I know, right?)

Well, this morning I took it to the next level. I decided to grind my coffee beans outdoors on my patio.

Sorry neighbors, but coffee is a must and I want my Bible time in my chair with a nice cup of Joe – at the price of your slumber. ;P

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God Bless!

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