The usher looked barely out of high school. His name tag read Brandon, and he could not quite meet my eyes.
“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but those seats in the front are no longer available. You’ll have to stand back here.”
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The usher looked barely out of high school. His name tag read Brandon, and he could not quite meet my eyes.
“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but those seats in the front are no longer available. You’ll have to stand back here.”
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