“I can’t stand it anymore,” I whispered to Jenny. “It’s like we’re watching one of those old Japanese monster movies from the 60s with really bad dubbing.” She shushed me.
“Synchronize the sound,” I screamed out at the top of my lungs, hoping that someone in charge would hear it. Startled, Jenny jumped and now everyone in the theater started shushing me.
Loud enough for all those shushers to hear me, I complained, “I paid good money to see this movie.” I got up and started heading down the row of seats, disturbing all those in my path.
“Where are you going?” Jenny asked.
“I’m a man of action,” I said and continued to work my way out of the auditorium.
I walked rapidly to the service desk next to the refreshments counter. An indifferent teenager looked up at me from his smartphone. “Yeah?”
“The audio soundtrack is out of sync with the picture in theater three,” I explained. “Can you get someone to fix it?”
“I dunno,” he responded. “It’s all computerized.”
“Well, put down your phone and talk to someone who can sync it up,” I demanded.
I headed back to the auditorium and worked my way back to my seat next to Jenny. “They’re going to take care of it.”
Just as I said that, the movie stopped, the lights came on, and a man walked to the front of the theater. “I’m sorry folks, but there is a problem with the sound. It’s an automated system, so we’ll have to wait for the engineer to get here. He should be here in about 15 minutes.”
There was a collective groan from the others in the theater and many turned toward me and gave me dirty looks. “Hey man of action, it was barely noticeable,” one guy said.
“You’re an asshole,” another yelled.
I started to respond, but Jenny grabbed my hand and pulled me up from my seat. “Let’s go,” she said, adding, “And that guy’s right. You are an asshole.”
Written for today’s one word prompt, “synchronize.”