So a woman walked into the theater last night with her much shorter husband (or date?) and another couple. She was great looking with one of those casual and stunning upswept hairdos that added at least 6 or 7 inches to her already tall frame.

As usual, I was early and seated when I noticed the woman and her group heading up the aisle. Although the theater was pretty empty, I just knew instinctively she would sit down right in front of me. The attractive woman was the first of her group to move into the row, and when she sat down in the third of their reserved seats and NOT in front of me-I breathed a sigh of relief; whew, close call. But then, alas….. her much shorter husband or date told her she was in the wrong seat (what possible difference could it make I ask you?), and to my complete annoyance, she moved over smack in front of me. Fortunately, I was able to maintain my self-control and not ask that question out loud, and also fortunately, the seat next to me was empty, so I slid over and thoroughly enjoyed a performance (made even more enjoyable with my unobstructed view) by The Queens Six.