[Hey, You!] Dud, Where's My Seat?

My friend and I arrived during the previews to a nearly full theater. You and your friend were seated with an empty seat on each side of you. I asked if anyone was sitting there, and you said no. My friend and I came around and walked past the others in the row, and you refused to move over one seat to accommodate the two of us. You stated in your whiniest tone that you were “too tired” to move one seat over—you just refused to move, despite the scene this was causing. Luckily, someone overheard, and they were willing to move over one seat to allow me and my friend to sit together. Guess what? You do not own the seat you are sitting in or those around you. Our instinct was to pelt the back of your head with Milk Duds, but then we’d have been no better than you.

Matt Bors

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