I’m watching Seinfeld right now, and Elaine is in a movie theatre, saving three seats for the guys. The joke is that three seats is too many to save. Everyone keeps getting mad and trying to sit next to her. And well they should. I agree. Three is too many. And you can’t possibly have enough clothes to mark off three seats. The other day, though… I went to see Superman Returns. Sean, my sister and I saw a huge block of seats in the back, so we went to sit down and… “these seats are taken”. “Oh, sorry. Which ones?”. “These eight.” What!? How the hell do you expect to save eight seats! Laurel and I got bitchy with them and sat down anyway, because that’s totally ridiculous, but Sean is a wimp so we lacked solidarity and sat beside them in the end. Not before we explained to the guy sitting on one end of the eight seats that it is customary to mark off the seats with jackets, at least. They hadn’t marked a one, therefore, not saved. Got him worked up enough that he made a fool out of himself by taking his shirt off and placing it on the seat next to him. Score! Making people look stupid is one of my hobbies. But what the crap… EIGHT seats! It’s not as if you need to sit that many people together anyway, because you’re not exactly going to be able to hold a conversation. Even before the movie. You’re in a straight line. And if you need eight people to in buy your food, you’re going to be too busy stuffing your fat pig face to talk anyway. I feel justified in being pissed. And TV agrees with me, so I an obviously right.