We went to the theatre the other night. I sat in an aisle seat as I
usually do because it feels a little roomier. Just as the feature
movie was about to start, a blonde baby boomer from the center of the row
up and started working her way out.
"Excuse me, ... sorry, ... oops, ... excuse me, ... pardon me,
gotta hurry, ... oops, ... excuse me."
By the time she got to me I was trying to see around her and I was a
little impatient by then so I said:
"Couldn't you have done this a little earlier?"
"No!!" she said in a loud whisper. "The TURN OFF YOUR CELL PHONE
PLEASE message just flashed up on the screen and mine is out in the