So, as you all know: I have vowed to never, ever, NEVER step foot in the Court Street movie theater again.
Thanks to an anon FIPS tipster, I've now got a reason that you all should do the same: BEDBUGS.
Yes, I admit, we are kinda bedbug obsessed around this bitch, but I can't help it...I am so very afraid. And shit like this doesn't help:
So, this is going to be an awkward email, but I figured I should let somebody know what went down this weekend.
I've been avoiding movie theaters in Manhattan and Brooklyn for the past couple weeks since I heard about the theater in Times Square getting shut down due to bedbugs. My friends made me feel totally crazy and my boyfriend eventually talked me into going to the UA Court Street in Carroll Gardens (is it?) Sunday night to see a movie. I tried to not be skeeved out and we got in a cab.
We were walking in to get our tickets, when some guy comes out going "Bedbugs! Don't go in there unless you want bedbugs!" I figured it was some douchebag guy just trying to rile up the masses, but we went over to him to see whats up. HE HAD A BEDBUG IN A BAG THAT HE FOUND IN THE THEATER. He'd found it ON HIS SHIRT in Theater 11, and trapped it in a soda cup with a napkin (which were also in the plastic bag when he showed us). And apparently when he complained to management, they said something about having had screened for them the day before. Uhh.
This guy wasn't full of shit, after all. I saw the fucking bedbug. I did not see a movie. You could not have gotten me out of there fast enough.
So, I'm bummed and also freaked out, but felt it's my moral obligation as a Park Slope citizen to let you know.
(PS. You better believe I did a full body scan as soon as I got home. I'm fine).
Do with this information what you will, ppl.