I concur - those guys will be 35 years old, working at their local Starbucks, and bitching about The Man...
That said, I'm guilty... Then again, I'm one of those folks with the Cell Phone From Hell... keyboard, etc., etc... I'll get into the "time we're gonna meet" (which gets alarmed...), but I also probably wouldn't pick a movie until actually en route...
Or we'd just go to The Bunker, where one doesn't have to deal with screaming children, there's over 5,000 watts of surround sound, the popcorn is always freshly popped (in coconut oil!) and the beer tap in the back of the theater is open to all guests...