My wife digs the books, so we see the movies. We saw the last one at our tiny local theater (place is so small they can't even afford A/C, which also makes for a fun experience on a hot summer night, especially if the place is packed).
Even though the place is tiny, we managed to get accosted by an HP dweeb. The guy had to be at least 40. We were back a ways in line, as it was cold outside and we didn't want to stand in line for an hour. This guy gets in line behind us, was with a friend, then starts talking about how he left his HP hat, his HP wand, and some other paraphernalia at home. He was actually bummed that he forgot this stuff and wanted to wear it in public.
Mrs. Pacman and I looked forward, trying to avoid eye contact with the guy. Eventually, he starts talking to us anyway. He wants to know how many of the books we've read, movies we've seen, etc. Finally, he asks if I have a Harry Potter wand, hat, etc. I couldn't stand it any longer, and I turned and said,
"Dude, I'm 42 years old, I have no kids, and my parents have no basement for me to live in."
I think I actually hurt his feelings a bit, but at least he stopped talking to us for the most part.
