It pays to complain

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The movie had started and the lights were still on. They had dimmed to half power, but I could still see the people in the theatre around me and the popcorn on the floor. Great, I thought. The film is so old that the coding that automatically turns off the theatre lights has worn off the strip. My brother used to work the projection booth at this theatre many years ago, so I knew that’s how the lights worked.

I didn’t want the lights to bother me, but they were, so instead of sitting and simmering silently, I told my friend where I was going, and fast-walked to the ticket booth in the lobby of the theatre. I told some teenage ushers about the problem, one of them got on a walkie-talkie and I fast-walked back to the theatre, hoping the first four minutes of The Blind Side did not contain any complicated back story.

I got back to my seat and the lights were still on. Five minutes later they [...]

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