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pegkerrI have been thinking about an incident which happened on New Year's Day. I can't believe that I have thought about it as much as I have!
The four of us went to see a movie. Rob and the girls stopped at the concession stand, so I went into the theater alone to find seats for us. The girls always like to sit in the back row, so I looked there, first. The first five rows were pretty open, but otherwise the theater was rather full, with only single seats scattered here and there. But in the back row, there were two women seated together in the exact center. On each side of them, there were three open seats.
So I went up to that row and asked one of them whether they would mind moving down by just one seat so that our party of four could sit there. The woman glanced at me and then looked away. "No," she said. "We won't. We were here first."
My jaw dropped at her rudeness. I just couldn't believe it. I felt a sudden boil of anger and I knew I had to get away fast before I said something I really regretted. "Thank you so much," I muttered with exaggerated politeness--absurdly--and I hurried away to the third row of the theater and got seats for us there.
Why am I still thinking about it four days later?
The four of us went to see a movie. Rob and the girls stopped at the concession stand, so I went into the theater alone to find seats for us. The girls always like to sit in the back row, so I looked there, first. The first five rows were pretty open, but otherwise the theater was rather full, with only single seats scattered here and there. But in the back row, there were two women seated together in the exact center. On each side of them, there were three open seats.
So I went up to that row and asked one of them whether they would mind moving down by just one seat so that our party of four could sit there. The woman glanced at me and then looked away. "No," she said. "We won't. We were here first."
My jaw dropped at her rudeness. I just couldn't believe it. I felt a sudden boil of anger and I knew I had to get away fast before I said something I really regretted. "Thank you so much," I muttered with exaggerated politeness--absurdly--and I hurried away to the third row of the theater and got seats for us there.
Why am I still thinking about it four days later?
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Date: 2007-01-04 10:24 pm (UTC)I think you can be proud that you handled it with class and maturity. And if it's any consolation, I would bet dollars to donuts that the rude woman regrets what she said or that someday, she will. Was she there first? Yes. Did she have to move? No. But let's get a little perspective here, right? It was ONE seat over. Unless freaking Chewbacca was sitting in front of the next seat over, she was being stupid and obstinate for no reason other than her over-inflated sense of entitlement and self-righteousness. Just my two cents.