The film will start in 10 minutes.  An older woman with a booming voice sits down directly behind me.

“I’m always aware of big heads,” she practically screams to the elderly gentleman escorting her. “In theaters, I always have to avoid big heads so I can see the screen.”

“Is your seat OK?” the gentleman asks.

“Well,” she shouts in my ear, “his head is kinda big” – meaning mine – “but as long as he doesn’t move during the film, I think I’ll be alright.”  I turn around, meet her eyes, and smile.

The pressure is on.