Every time I hear anything or see a picture of the Titanic I think about the time my ex insisted that I take her to the theater to see the movie. I didn't want to go but I figured it would be better to be bored for a couple hours rather than listen to her bitch at me for the next week or so.
So here I am, bored out of my fucking mind, when the ship starts to go down. My ex was one of those women that cried at the drop of a hat, and she's sitting there next to me sniveling away when the scene comes up where the ship is nosed over and sliding below the surface. The theater is completely quiet except for my ex crying, and then somebody jumps off the stern and hits the prop which is out of the water and there's a loud DING! as he clips it. I busted out laughing.
Fuuuck, my ex was pissed. I caught hell over that shit for months. I should've just went fishing instead of taking her to the movies - I'd have only heard about that for a week.
