Airhead gets the boot for texting in theater.

I love it. Love it. Love it. Love it.

Cell phones annoy the living hell out of me. Texting annoys me even more. It seems the New Age posture for dumbass teenagers and young adults is a slouching walk, neck craned over, eyes glued to the postage stamp screen, and thumbs working furiously.

These idiots could be walking into a sewer full of freshly molten shit writhing with zombie cobras and not even know it, so glued to their texting screens they are.

These people text everywhere--in the grocery store, at school, in the restrooms. . . and of course, that location where rude and inconsiderate behavior spawns like foul protozoa on a wet locker room floor--The Theater.

A Texas theater chain has said, "Enough. No talking. No texting. If you do, we'll kick your ass out." And they mean it, as this bimbo found out.

Good for the Alamo Drafthouse. Next trip to Houston or San Antonio or the cesspool (Austin), I'll have to make it a point to stop in for dinner and a show.

Don't mess with Texas theaters.