As a rule of thumb, I arrive at a movie 20 minutes before start time. I broke this rule on Saturday and paid dearly. This past Saturday afternoon the kids and I were finishing up grocery shopping and arrived at the theater just as the movie was beginning. Since the previews last at least half an hour, I thought that we would still be able to find a decent seat for three people. I failed to realize that this was opening weekend for the movie and when I walked into the auditorium, almost every seat was filled. Great. Now to find seats in the DARK! I quickly scanned the theater and spotted a couple open seats in the very back row. All three of us began the long march up the stairs but I soon realized that the seats were occupied by people dressed in camouflage. I believe their faces were also decorated with dark paint. I could have sworn that those seats were empty. I whispered to both of my kids that we were going to make the trek back down the stairs. People nearby began to snicker when they realized our plight so I kicked a guy’s popcorn out of his hands. Not really, but I thought about it. As we were traveling back down the stairs I was desperately scanning every row for open seats. Finally, I located three seats but some soccer mom had all of her kids’ jackets piled on the seats so that no one could sit there so I grabbed all of the coats and threw them on the ground. Not really, but I thought about it. Unfortunately, the dreaded FRONT ROW is where we ended up. I hate the front row. The front row should be removed from every theater!
For the next one and a half hours, I was miserable. I didn’t get to sit where I wanted to sit so I pitied myself. I’m sure the movie was great, but I hated it. When we left the movie, my kids were saying how much they enjoyed it.
Attitude was the difference. We saw the same movie. We sat in the same seats. Two people were determined to enjoy it. One person allowed circumstances to get in the way.
I was the star of my own movie. Drama was the genre. No happy ending.









