We were pretty stressed out by the time we got there because, although we left the house 1.5 hours earlier (it usually takes us half that time to get downtown), we were still cutting it close. Plus, we got into the biggest fight in the car. And then we had the most ridiculous parking experience ever created (which I will be posting about tomorrow).
So, by the time I got to the theater, I was pretty huffy and puffy. I showed my ticket to the usher and although my seat was only about 5 seats in from the middle, this bouncer-type usher person insisted that I get to my seat from the left side, across about 10 people who were already seated.
I started to argue with him, pointing out that it would be much easier to get past the four skinny people seated at the other side of the aisle instead of the ten rather corpulent people on the left side.
During this time, I kept pointing at the aisle and the bouncer/usher was all, "NO WAY. GO TO THE OTHER SIDE. DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT GETTING IN THE LOGICAL WAY."
The skinny people kept looking at me like, "Why is that lady pointing at us and arguing with the usher?"
And the corpulent people? They were SO unhappy to have to move any more than they had to and I had to wade through their force field of unhappiness. They were harrumphing and grumpling left and right.
Then, when Peter got to the theater, they made him do the same thing and I told him about the stupid bouncer/usher person I had a fight with.
"That's Kevin Spacey sitting right there," Peter said. "That's probably why they didn't want you to go that way."
Apparently, one of the skinny people was a movie star.
What makes those movie star legs so fancy that they can't move aside to let people get to their seats?
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