Crouching Tigers

I was on a double date. My boyfriend and I sat with our friends in the theater anticipating the start of “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon”, which we had been planning to see for a long time.

A group of young Black kids sat in the row in front of us. They made a couple of Chinese jokes, despite the fact that there were a bunch of Chinese kids in the row behind us. (And the fact that they were there to see Couching Tiger.)

The movie started and the punks wouldn’t shut up. They were shushed by the other audience members and they were quiet for a minute, but Chow Yun Fat wasn’t on the screen long before one of the Black kids yelled “Chinese guys ain’t shit!”

The five Chinese guys behind us jumped up. “What did you say?” One of them said, angrily

The Black guy and his boys jumped up too. “I said Chinese guys ain’t shit!”

The Chinese guys then started threatening to kick the Black guys’ asses and we were stuck in the row between them. Just as we were plotting our escape, the ushers then came in and told them that they either had to sit back down or take it outside. Eventually, they chose all to sit down and we enjoyed the rest of the movie.