I have a recent one too actually. Speaking of little chairs. I went to see the Producers at the strand theatre where I live. I had been there before with no problem, but THIS waited to late and had to get the cheap seats...in the back....that apparently were made before man invented food. I went to sit down like I always do and the arm rest stopped me in the middle. I tried to look nonchalant as I slide slowly down the seat wiggling my butt. I finally get in there and I am just UNCOMFORTABLE but I am trying to deal. Well these three very old, very gripy ladies sat down in front of me. They felt the play was too loud, they felt the people were laughing to loud, the lines were too long for the bathroom, etc. etc.
So there I sat stuffed in my seat like a turkey, the arm rest on the side straining against me...I was at a really awkward angle and being it was a theatre the floor went at an angle up, making her head level with my belly when I stood, and my crammed knees when I sat, so everytime I moved I hit that gripy lady in the head, she would turn around, blue hair swinging and give me an awful look.
All in all, the show was good, I was miserable. That old lady hated me. I finally just started laughing louder ( "My ears hurt with all that cackling" she says when I was getting out to leave. I of course hit her in the head with my belly at that exact moment, accident I swear). Oh, I will never get the cheap seats again.