Sometime ago, my wife and I opted to attend a movie.  We debated over which movie to see.  I favored A, while she favored B; so we decided on B.  Upon arrival at the theater, we diverted paths.  I purchased the tickets, while she stood in line for the requisite popcorn.  

A large sign behind the cashier read:  “All patrons over 62 may purchase a senior discount ticket.”  As I had just turned 62, I requested one senior and one adult ticket.  The cashier asked me:  “Who is the senior?”  I replied that I was 62, so she asked to see my driver’s license, which I produced.  After looking at it and me several times, she said:  “I have to check with my manager.”  The manager repeated the exercise, looking at it and me a few times, and ordered:  You have to give it to him,” to which I objected, as he had insinuated that I was seeking to sneak in the theatre at a discounted price.  

Thereafter, the cashier issued two senior tickets; and when I objected, she replied:  “Just take them.”  Now, I had two senior tickets, when only one of us qualified as a senior.  With my recent experience, I feared that the ticket taker would check us again, so I decided to go into the theater first.  I handed the other senior ticket to my wife, advising that I would go ahead to secure seats — thinking that if I were challenged, I could prove my age; but if she were challenged, she could say:  Oh, my husband must have given me his ticket.”  

I repaired to the theater, without incident, finding it empty — providing the perfect opportunity to select the best seat.  I sat in the middle of a row, finding it a little too close, and moved back a few rows, finding it too far,  Ultimately, I obtained the best seat, wondering whatever happened to my spouse.

A cleaning lady arrived and began sweeping up the popcorn remnants from the previous movie.  I asked her what the time the movie began.  Her answer confirmed that I was in the wrong theater — the one for movie A, so I left for the movie B theater, but I could not find my wife anywhere.  Obviously, she was walking around the venue, grazing on our popcorn, peeking into the other theaters looking for me.  Ultimately our paths crossed, and when she demanded:  “Where were you?”  I related the above chronicle.  

She kindly assured me:  “You certainly earned your senior ticket!”