– Someone was looking for their friend during another movie we went to see. They finally walked up to the front of the theater, threw up their arms and shouted, “Where the hell are you??”
– Then there was another time where I was the mystery person. A group of us got to the movies late, so it was already dark in the theater. Very dark and very crowded. I accidentally sat down on a guy’s lap. I don’t know how this happened, I guess I didn’t look down to see if anyone was sitting in the seat I chose. I just remember vividly that I sat down on a lap. I glanced behind me and saw a very perturbed man staring at me. I had one of those double takes, and quickly stood up and scrambled off to find a vacant seat.
– When “Basic Instinct” was in theaters, I wanted to see it. I was naive, I thought it was just your everyday murder mystery/thriller. I didn’t know about the Sharon Stone chair scene, didn’t know about anything. Just thought it would be a nice wholesome Disney-style murder mystery. My parents were thinking the same thing, so the three of us went to the movies. My poor dad was assigned to get the popcorn and pop, and we looked for some seats. The movie started and the theater lights dimmed down to pitch black. Not having a clue as to where his family was sitting, my dad was doomed to wander the aisles with his arms full, trying to find us. He did not resort to standing in front of the theater to inquire our whereabouts. Instead, he started telling strangers that he was looking for us. We heard him shout, “I’m looking for two women!” My mom hissed something like, “Oh gawd” or “Oh jeez…” and then, “Go tell your father where we are.” I turned around and tried to get my dad’s attention, but he couldn’t see me. He just kept looking down row after row. I finally crouched down and scurried up to him, extremely embarrassed, I felt like we had become the entertainment. He finally saw me and joined us. We were then able to watch intently as the quaint little murder mystery became something a bit different. Still a murder mystery. Just…well definitely not quaint.