In a cinema during a performance one of the audience gets up, makes his way along the row of seats and goes out into the foyer.
A few minutes later he returns and asks the man sitting at the head of the row: “Excuse me, was it your foot I stepped on when I was going out a moment ago?”
“Yes, but it doesn’t really matter. It didn’t hurt at all.”
“Oh, no, it isn’t that. I only want to make sure that this a my row.” |
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