Against My Better Judgment

I didn't look carefully at the theater map when I selected our seats.

And so when we sat down three rows from the screen in a traditional, non-recliner theater, we had to crane our necks to take in the whole screen. As the previews elapsed and the feature's start grew nearer, Heidi and I both looked around for a couple of empty seats a little further from the screen that we could nab. 

When we saw a bunch in the very back row, I was tempted, but I insisted on checking my app first to see if they had been reserved. Luck was on our side, but it was still with some hesitance that I followed Heidi to slip quietly back there as the lights dimmed. 

Wouldn't you know it? A couple of minutes into the movie, a group of five trooped into the theater, using their phones as flashlights and noisily checking their paper stubs for their assigned seats. Of course, we were in them, and we fessed up right away to avoid further confusion and distraction from the movie. 

"No worries!" boomed the mom when we whispered our apologies for taking the unclaimed seats. "I do that all the time!" We crossed our fingers and took the last seats at the end of the row, and as her kids trooped up and down the stairs every ten minutes or so, I could certainly believe it.