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.