Last week, I proved to myself that I am less like Woody Allen or Larry David than I thought.
I was at an advanced movie screening, and the star was there to answer questions afterwards. I had managed to secure second-row seats, but the friend I was meeting was running late. With a few minutes before his seat would be sold, I started to worry frantically. I had to run up to give him the ticket as soon as he got there. But there was no one to guard the seats I had secured. So, I scribbled a note on a page ripped out of the notebook I brought. It read: “PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THESE SEATS. I GOT HERE FIRST. THANK YOU. <3, MARSHALLANDTHEMOVIES.”
After five minutes waiting up top, I knew I had to return to my seat or I might not have one. I came back to the row to discover two non-adjacent seats open on the row. A very well-dressed women had taken a seat where I had left my note. I asked, “Are those two seats taken?”
She replied, “No, I believe not.”
A little bit of anger was working up inside of me. ”They wouldn’t happen to be occupied by the person that left that note?”
She giggled, “Oh, I don’t know what happened to them.”
A part of me wanted to reprimand her for blatantly disregarding my note. If I had not secured front-row seats, I probably would have. But nonetheless, it was a victory for my self-control.