I like to sit in that row that has the railing just in front so I can put my feet on it. If the theater is full, I will move for people to sit together as long as it doesn’t deprive me of the rail. If it does, I just tell them that I’m blind in my left eye (true) and that I have to sit where I’m sitting or it throws things off (not really true).
But, boy, this reminded me of something that happened a few years ago. I was flying across the US and on the Huston-Seattle leg, I went to my seat - the window seat - and found this old biddy sitting in my seat. Now a bit of background - I was just coming out of a divorce having unencumbered myself from a woman who always insisted on the window because she claimed she got sick without it (which I think wasn’t true, just one of her many manipulations) but being a good husband, I never made an issue even though I really love the window seat. I politely told the woman she was in my seat and first she pretended to not understand English, which I could tell she damn well could. They she tried playing the ‘old lady’ card, saying something about how she had a bad leg or something. Well, I’d booked that seat months before to make sure I had a window seat and I resented like mad her attempts to try and play on my emotions so I rather briskly told her she had to move - I’m a tall guy on top of everything else and the extra space in the window seat makes a big difference to my comfort. If she had a physical problem, she needed to take it up with the stewardess, not assume that I was just going to give up my seat without even being asked. I sat down, put on my headphones, pulled out a book and proceeded to ignore her for the duration of the flight and thoroughly enjoyed looking out the window.
Yea, kind of a rant, but I’ve never told that story to anyone and it seems it was still rattling around in my brain!