Monday, August 10, 2015

All I ask of You

Like many married couples, my DH and I have differences of opinions. One example is rearranging furniture in the den (like the typical woman, if I can change my mind, why can I not as easily move the sofa? Another issue is sushi, I love it, he calls it bait. To each their own. But I digress.

He is 6'4" tall, I am but 5'2". Normally this is not an big issue (no pun intended). Sure the location of the driver's seat in the car is always a mild point of contention. However, the folks pictured below have caused some words between us, not the people personally. Let me explain.




We like to go to the movies. Many we see are shown in the giant megaplexes with stadium seating. While I generally like to sit on one of the higher rows in the middle, my DH prefers (ie we always) sit on the end of the last (top) row in the theater.

There are also the many films we see in smaller independent art houses. These offer a more intimate setting and usually serve beer and wine in addition to the traditional fare of Coca-cola and popcorn. They also have smaller theaters that are not as sloped as the megaplexes. These art houses also (for some odd reason) do not "stagger" their seats. In other words, the seat in front of you is not a situated a bit to the side so you look between two seats. No, you look directly at the person in front of you.

Well - over the person in front of you, unless - you got it - they sport a bee hive hair do or are very tall. Being height challenged either of the former present an issue for me. To make it worse, by sitting in the far back corner, I have to look diagonally across many rows to see the screen. Without much slope, I have to overlook whatever hairdos or heads are taller than I am. It doesn't take much to qualify. For my DH, this is not a problem.

This pass weekend we were sitting waiting for the film to start. I was praying that no one would choose the seats directly in front of us so I would be able to actually see the movie. The trailers were about finished and I had breathed a sigh of relief, when a lady with a large hair-do and her very tall companion settled into those seats.

Instead of trying to sit on my knees, or sit in a contortionist position looking around the patron in front of me, I just turned to my DH and said, "I have to move. You do not have to go with me but I cannot sit here." 

As I moved down the aisle, he followed. I settled into a seat on the third row. Although the characters just thirty feet or so before me were large, there was nothing between me and the silver screen. My DH, on the other hand, made some comment to the effect of this not being his favorite. 

I would never equate myself to someone with a life challenging issue as those relegated to the "Handicapped", "Disabled" or "Challenged" - whatever PC title they give it these days - seats down front. However, perhaps they should add a few seats in the back of these theaters, each raised a bit (or a bit more). Reserve them for those of us with short statute so we can have an equal view of the screen without having to sit with necks crooked back, eyes blinded by the light and strained by the mammoth characters on the screen. 

Of course given the choice I would choose the sore neck, blinding light, and strained eyes to enjoy the film over the view of the back of someones neck or the glow of the film as a halo around a "stunning" large hairdo. I can always buy the soundtrack later. It is the film I came to see. Operative word there being "see". Is this too much to ask?

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