By P.C. Clark~
So, here I am. I’ve decided to get up off my lovely leather couch, leaving my home-theatre- blue- ray-surround-sound-ultimate-movie-theatre-experience behind. I’ve decided I need to leave my comfortable home and venture out into the “actual” world and risk bumping into “actual” people and see an “actual” theatre piece.
I’ve done my research. I read a review on LATheatreReview.com that made me think, “I might like this show”. I checked the theatre listings and discovered where the little 99 seat jewel box theatre is. I go to the website listed and try to make a reservation. They want a credit card. I just want to make a reservation and pay cash at the door. ( I have a thing about not using my card on line any more than I absolutely have to. Besides, there is almost always a service charge to use the credit card to reserve a seat.) I close the browser. I pick up my cell phone which, miraculously, has a signal in my house for once, and I dial the theatre. I listen through a recorded message that must rival the 1001 Arabian Nights tale for length and finally leave a message making a reservation for the show.
Later that same day I get a call from the little theatre confirming that I called and could they please have a credit card number to confirm the reservation. I explain to the lovely young voice on the phone that I will pay when I arrive and pick up my ticket. The lovely young voice explains that, well, they can put my name on the reservation list, but my seat won’t be guaranteed. I thank the now less than lovely and less than young voice and hang up.
I return to my comfortable leather couch to watch Pyscho Beach Party and think, why would I want to support the “actual” fools that run that theatre.