The Old coot likes an aisle seat.
By Merlin Lessler
I went to a play at the Daytona Beach Playhouse the other
day. The Daytona 500 race was going on at the same time, but we hadn’t checked
the calendar when we bought the tickets. We did get home in time to see three
big smashups, the last one with only a few laps to go. Anyhow, this theater was
nice, small, and low budget. It fit right in with my cheap skate persona.
We usually buy an aisle seat, so we don’t have to climb
over people to get to our seats. When you order a ticket to just about any
venue, you can select where you want to sit: upfront - to the side - in the
back and the like. Different prices of course, and limited availability. It’s
first come, first served. So, there we were, in the back row with an aisle seat.
I wish there were other seating choices. Like: a seat
without a big hat or a big hair person in front of you. I’d add to that bigness
thing: no big heads or tall people either. Even with the aisle seat we had some
inconvenience, to let middle-row people pass in and out for a trip to the rest
room or the snack bar for another glass of wine. So, I’d add a ban on small
bladder people and drinkers in my row.
I think those seating options would be attractive and worth
the money. I probably should add a choice that assures the absence of yacking
people withing 20 feet of you. I don’t get it. They pay good money to see a
show and then, “Blah, blah, blah,” all through the performance. Yep, that’s the
choices I want: no big hats, big heads, big hair, small bladders or constant
talkers within hearing range. I’d give up an aisle for that.
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