I have had a series of weird things happen to me in public this fall–I wrote about the guy touching KB in Penn Station & the lady telling her to scream in Target. And now another one happened to me at the movie theater on Friday night when I was on a date night with my husband to watch Catching Fire.
Here’s what happened. We got into the theater about 20 minutes before the movie started. It’s a Friday night, and so even though the movie has been out for 3 weeks, you can expect there will be several people coming to see it. There were already maybe 6 or so people in the theater, which has stadium seating. Four people were staked out in the exact middle of the theater, and this is where my husband likes to sit. Actually he wants to sit in the first row of the second section of stadium seating, but those little lights on the floor really distract me and sometimes give me a headache during a movie, so I can’t sit there. Our compromise, if we are there early enough, is to sit in the third row in the second section in the center. (I know you are probably thinking–these people are so anal–but it did cost $21.50 for the both of us to see this movie, so. . .)
This happens to be right in front of the 4 people (50-something) already sitting down. When we go to sit down in our favorite spot, one of the women says to me, like she can’t believe she even has to say it, “Do you have to sit right in front of us?”
And I said, “What?”
She said, “Do you have to sit right in front of us?”
Now many things are going through my mind, and I can imagine even worse things are going through my husband’s mind, but I say, “No, I guess not, but you are sitting in the exact middle of the theater, and this is stadium seating. We will not block your view.”
As I am saying this, I move our coats over, off-center, and we leave to go get our popcorn. She laughs and says, “Thanks,” and I hear her husband mumbling something about “stadium seating.”
Now we are in the hall, and my husband is not happy. He can’t believe she has said this, and I say, “I can kind of see her point, but we aren’t going to be the only people in the theater. It will fill up somewhat. Let’s not make a big issue.”
The longer he thinks about it, the madder he gets. And I say, which didn’t help, “This lady is unbelievable. If you don’t want anyone to sit in front of you, you should not sit in the exact center of the theater.”
SO, what did we do?
When we came back with our refreshments, my husband said, “Let me go first.” And I thought, Oh boy, here we go. He did not sit right in front of her, but sat in front of the last person in their party, and I was on the side of him. The funny thing is people were ALL AROUND THEM–there was another couple a few seats over from us in the same row and someone sitting just a seat over from them in their row, behind us.
I’m sure there are all different opinions in this matter, but what do you think? Would you have moved? Said anything? Do what Rick did? Have you ever asked anyone to move in a theater?
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