Now my daughter is on her Easter Break we planned to go and see The Hunger Games.
Off we trotted down the High Street today. The three of us.
We stopped on the way for non-chocolate snacks; jellies, refreshers, fruit pastilles and the like.
The lobby was empty when we walked into the Odeon and hubs went straight up to the counter.
Selecting a seat required some input so I was consulted. The only three seats left were quite close to the front.
“But you can have premium seats,” the cashier offered magnanimously, indicating the ones further back, dead centre.
“Only if you’ll sell them to me at the regular price.” I said. An offer she sullenly declined.
Armed with our tickets we walked past screens 3 and 4 to screen 5. We were shown to our seats just a few steps away from the entrance.
They were terrible, too close, and as we sat down we realised we’d be watching the film from an extreme side angle.
We looked around the narrow, long room. There were a handful of people and a number of large, widely spaced, empty, premium seats. The usher, catching us looking around, cautioned us not to sit in them even after the film had started.
We decided we would not be able to watch the film from our assigned vantage point so we left.
Hubs told the cashier at the front desk, as she exchanged our tickets for later in the week, that
“This is the most archaic system I have ever come across; soon the premium seats will be the only ones in the cinemas for sale.”
I’ve tried to explain to him that this method of reserved seating at the pictures has been going on for so many years that his few irritated comments each time we come to the see a film are not going to change the system!
Unperturbed by me, he persevered,
“In America we can buy a ticket and sit anywhere we like, there are no such things as premium seats either!”
The cashier looked up from her computer and smiled excitedly,
“Yes, I know. I’m going on holiday to America next month and I can’t wait to go the cinema!”
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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