Friday, 20 March 2009
Pick A Seat, Any Seat...
Guy in the cinema to see the Watchmen. Has glasses, short dark hair, black jacket and jeans, clutching an orange poly bag of goodies from the Sainsbury’s round the corner. He sits down in the front row of the middle section. Then he moves along three seats. Then he gets up, moves across the aisle and sits in the first seat on that side of the stairs. Before he gets up again, moves into the forward, really close to the screen, section, and picks a seat there. Each time he sits you can see he is undergoing an agonising in decision making process. It seems not seat can be right enough to keep him happy. But then, in that fourth seat, he settles, for now.
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