Once a year, my mother in law treats me, Tenley, and herself to one of the Broadway series touring shows at our local Civic Center. No matter when the show occurs, it is my birthday present for that year. This is a cherished tradition, since we both love Broadway and enjoy spending time together. This year, we were excited to see "A Chorus Line." I had finally gotten around to watching the movie, and my nieces' dance recital last summer was structured around the theme of "A Chorus Line" so it was a perfect choice for the year.
When we arrived at the Civic Center, I was standing there trying to figure out where to go. Our tickets said "Section C", but Section C appeared to be blocked off so I was starting to walk in the complete opposite direction (which would have had me, Barb, and Tenley circumnavigating the entire Civic Center), when one of the ushers noticed that lost look on my face and offered to help. She noted that these were the floor seats, so we had to go past the blocked off area to get downstairs via elevator. Before escorting us downstairs, though, she overheard our discussion about getting a souvenir program and pleasantly reassured us that she would be ready whenever we were. Once we had made that purchase, and came back, she informed us that there was no intermission, so if we wanted drinks or anything from the concession area, we needed to go ahead and do it. More delay for her while we got ourselves organized. When I asked about the bathrooms downstairs, she reassured me there would be a restroom stop downstairs.