I don't mean to turn this into a list of "those kooky folks that come to the theater," but I can't help mentioning a certain woman of a certain age...
She turned up at the box office window to announce that she was parked in the alley, and would she get towed? We inside the box office exchanged looks. The alley? Which alley, she was asked? Right over here, she said, gesturing in the general direction of the rear of the theater. Was there a sign, she was asked? There was, she said, it said, oh, something about the management of the building and towing but, did that mean her?
You can park in the parking lot, she was told.
Parking lot, she asked? There's a parking lot?
There's where I had to turn away. The street the alley comes off of is a one way street, with traffic going towards the theater. So the only way she could have gotten 'round behind the theater to get to the alley was to go around the block, either to the south or the north of the theater. Which means she had to have driven past the parking lot.
Which means she completely missed a big, flat stretch of pavement filled with cars, with a sign out front identifying it as theater parking, right next door to the theater... but immediately recognized the back of the building.
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