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Alright, gather round for this wild tale about my friend, lets call him Oliver.

Mentioning his name outside of his inner circle is like stepping on a landmine; tears are inevitable.

Now, let me tell you the story.

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Last week, I wanted to catch one of the latest movies for the third time.

Excitedly, when Oliver wasnt around, I asked my group of friends if they wanted to join.

Unfortunately, Oliver overheard and boldly declared that hed be tagging along.

Hey Pandas, AITA For Getting Mad At My Friend And Moving Away From Him At The Cinema?

I didnt invite him, mind you; he just invited himself.

Predictably, he didnt bother responding.

Fast forward to the cinema trip.

Hey Pandas, AITA For Getting Mad At My Friend And Moving Away From Him At The Cinema?

He wanted to join us, but we insisted he not miss the movie and promised a swift return.

We covertly relocated to other seats, for the remainder of the film.

And, as anticipated, he never coughed up the cash.

Hey Pandas, AITA For Getting Mad At My Friend And Moving Away From Him At The Cinema?

Now, Im starting to ponder if my response to him was a tad too brutal.