A trip to the movies in the latter part of 2015 was far different than any trip taken prior.  At one time, the process of buying a ticket was fairly simple and uneventful.  In person, the process was straight-forward: Say hello to the cashier (because it is always good to be polite), inform the cashier of what you want to see and pay the price of admission.  If there’s a student discount, use a student ID, because there’s no need to let a perfectly good discount go to waste.  Anyway, it was all very routine, and as someone who likes routine when it comes to hobbies and interests, much appreciated.  This trip, however, was different.  There was still the usual of going to the cashier, saying hello, and informing the cashier of the movie of choice.  After that, things got weird:

Cashier: “Okay, sir.  Two for Creed.  Where would you like to sit?”  The question was strange, and the response must have been strange to the cashier when the answer from me was “I don’t know.  I’ll figure it out when I walk in.”  At that point, I extended some money to the window to pay, but the cashier wouldn’t take it.  Instead, he said seats had to be chosen before paying.  There was an urge to reply with something along the lines of “I’m not going to a damn rap concert.  I’m going to the movies.  What’s the big deal?”  However, that was quickly shot down.  For starters, there was no need to cause a scene and, for two, rules are rules.  Instead of acting a fool, I briefly scanned the seating chart, looked at the remaining seats, and chose two.  The cashier took the money, gave me two tickets and told me to enjoy the show.