Say you’re late to one of your 29 fantasy football league drafts. It’s gotten to the point where your failure to log on has burned your first round pick. Instead of AP, the auto draft GM wanted to go in a different direction, Jimmy Graham.

The initial problem was your girlfriend demanded that tonight, of all nights, you were heading to the movies. Since there are 28 other drafts it’s rather difficult for you to convince the girl that this of all drafts is THE draft. Nobody you know outside this league is willing to draft for you. You’re screwed.

Just as you pull into the parking lot at the movies, you spot your laptop in the back seat. Bingo! Now you’ve got something, this could work. You race to your seat, the lights dim, you’ve bought yourself enough time with the previews about to start, all the while preventing another Yahoo auto draft blunder. You’ve now become the worst person in the theater.

(Pic C/O @steakNstiffarms)

Here’s the issue, the undeniable popularity of FF compels people to do ridiculous things. Joining over ten leagues would be high on that list, bringing your laptop to Before Midnight is another. There is no doubt this person is now the biggest asshole in the room, possibly within a couple of square blocks. Is there any justification for this act? How long could you keep that screen open before someone, be it employee or pissed off attendee, comes down and “shuts it off” for you? You also have to think this person is so inconsiderate or clueless, the sound on the computer is definitely on. Meaning you get to hear random beeps behind Ethan Hawke spilling his heart to Julie Deply.

Of course, if the movie was Grown Ups 2 this is all moot.