We’re waiting in line for the midnight showing of Harry Potter 7.2
My daughter has been here with her friend since 11 o’clock, which friend was here from 8 in the morning.
I had to talk our way in – my wife and I, and my daughter’s best friend. I’d been trying to talk the manager into letting at least my daughter’s friend in, as they’d been not letting people inside the theatre for some time, and my daughter had been let in with her friend since thy’d been waiting for so long. Well, he generously said her best friend could go in to wait with her, when a woman interrupted our conversation to say if he was making exceptions then he should let her in she had friends already inside as well and … Harried, I’m certain quite harried enough and ras-de-bol with Harry Potter in general, he relented for us all, saying only that we had to stay in the theatre, that we could not leave, no doubt so that he could at least manage the masses in line outside without letting his kindness introduce a porosity in crowd control which might never last until 9 o’clock (when they will open the doors for the midnight show).
As far as I can tell, the person behind us lied to get inside, claiming that she, too, had friends already inside the theatre in line. We now sit in line, her behind, declaiming about how the management needs to be consistent, not make exceptions. I would look around for the friends she said were here, but of course there are none. She lied.