So, do the lady or ladies leave sweaters or something for the guy to lay over the "saved" seats? Oh no, that would be too easy. So, the guy wants to sit there and stare into space and think about how to beat the level he is on that video game he is playing, Angelina Jolie's tatoos, or Christina Aguilera married a goofy looking guy, then maybe he has a chance with her, or Angelina - or both. He is startled from his perfect daydream by, "Hey buddy, are those seats saved?" "Yeah they are, sorry," and then he sees the smirky scowl of disgust from the guy and his girlfriend. It gets worse from there, everyone in the world wants those seats next to me. They thinks it's like a fun convention where they hide gift cards under the seats or something. Note: There was dried gum under the seats, no gift cards - I checked.
Too bad there isn't a sign you could bring that says, "Hi people that came to the theater later than I did. My girlfriend is in the bathroom, and she wanted me to save her and her goofy friends seats. I know there's nothing on the seats that would let you know that, and I know we have the greatest seat choosing skill in the world. I know you really, really want to sit next to us, too. I'm flattered really, but it just can't happen. You're going to have to schlep yourself up the stairs and sit next to the old people in the back row that will more than likely let a little tooter and cough to try and cover it up at multiple times in the movie. You'd better pick up one of those car fresheners and slip it under Ol' Tooties seat. You'll thank me later. Hey listen, I have an idea. Why don't I call you when I'm leaving for the movie theater next time, so you know it's time for you to leave, too? Better yet, if you will explain this to my girlfriend and her friends, who should be coming any moment, then yes, you can sit in these seats, but you're hot girlfriend sits next to me. How's that?"