My mother-in-law had wanted to see “The Other Woman” for a while. We finally had the chance to go see it one night at a large theater in the Santikos theater family, which was located not too far away. I was familiar with the theater as we had gone with a large group to see The Lego Movie when it came out a few months ago. We specifically chose that theater so we could reserve seats and not fight a crowd for a good spot.
(Has the butter always been way over here?)
(Isn’t it weird that the butter is over here when the popcorn is over there?)
(I can hear her voice playing in my head and for some reason I visualize a goose saying it.)
I was about ready to give up when the lady’s husband told her they better move. They were about three rows from the screen, so I can understand their hestitation, but…I didn’t want to move again. I’m sure when they moved down there, someone was in those seats.
So, they left and my mother-in-law finally sat down in our seats.
We could enjoy the movie.
“Oh, wait a minute,” I said to my mother-in-law. “These aren’t our seats. I just had those poor people move and these aren’t our seats. These are 11 and 12 and we are in 9 and 10.”
I slowly looked to my right at the lady sitting in our official seats.
She looked at me.
I looked at her.
She looked at me.
“Yeah, let’s switch. You are actually in my seats. I just didn’t want to ask those people to move.”
So, after sitting in FIVE different seats in a matter of 15 minutes and encountering many scrunched up and confused faces, we finally situated our drinks back into their armchair homes and watched Cameron Diaz, Leslie Mann and Kate Upton gang up on their cheating man in the movie. It wasn’t Oscar-worthy, but it made us laugh. Honestly, though, I’m not sure it made us laugh more than the whole moving seats fiasco.
Movie theaters with reserved seats need to post this sign below right outside the entry into the theater. Ya hear me, Santikos?