Clumping Together…

We went to see a film today during the early afternoon.  It was still light when we came out so it was early!

We chose our seats, they’re reserved remember?

When we got into the theatre we were met by an usher, he was sitting in the back row of a completely empty cinema.

“May I see your tickets please?” he asked.

Hubs reluctantly showed them, he hates this formality of being shown to our seats in such an informal setting.

We sat down and waited.

Six other people entered the cinema making a grand total of eight of us for the film.

Mission Impossible; Ghost Protocol, was a far fetched piece of cinematography with eye candy!  Two cups of coffee and a pain au chocolat ensured I stayed awake despite the rapid action sequences gaining momentum as the film drew to a close.

Our six viewing companions were all sitting on the right with us, four in the row in front and two in the row in front of them, in the premium seats which they had paid an extra 2.oo pounds for!

At times the man in front of me sat up just a little too straight and obstructed a small portion of the screen, but I just shifted my head a bit and leaned in closer to hubs.

Who said,

“This is ridiculous, look at all the empty seats, why don’t we move?”

Well, the answer was the lone usher sitting behind us on the left, he was keeping a watchful eye on us lest we dare move.

“That’s the way it is here,” I said, “no changing the rules so let me just rest my head on your shoulder for a bit and I’ll be fine!”

He cannot understand all this clumping togetherness when we go and see a film.

Another slice of British life!

 

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