Saturday night again, after dinner wifey and I decided to go for a movie. We headed over to the local megaplex and walked in the front door. They had those movable rope things that direct the line around in a convoluted fashion to put people in queue. This was fine, except there was a brain-dead group of people who were apparently having an ad-hoc family reunion right at the entrance to the pathway. We're talking sixteen different people, each completely deserving of a fish-whacker crunch to the noggin, because none of them, despite a very polite and clear "excuse me," seemed to understand they were blocking the entryway. I swear it was like standing behind cattle. Perhaps killing the slow one of the heard would have meant the rest would take off at a higher speed and get the hell out of the way.