I attended a three day Classical Conversations Practicum recently. My husband joined me for the Saturday session. We were running late when we got there, so I told my husband that I would take the children to their classes if he would please go ahead and go get us a good seat. I was a little shocked to see him take off running, but thought it was sweet. Having realized the two previous days that the seating in the outer sections made it extremely hard to hear and see the visuals, I just wanted to get a seat in one of the middle sections, but I failed to explain myself to my overzealous husband.
By the time I got to the auditorium the meeting was already in session. I scanned the crowd for my husband. Then I saw him–right on the front row! I was not about to walk all the way to the front row after the meeting had started. Jason was sitting front and center and right smack in front of the lady talking. There was no way I was going to sit there. A friend caught my eye and waved me to sit with her. Jason turned around and saw me as I made my way to a different seat. I didn’t expect him to move, at least not right then, but he got up and joined me. “That was completely pointless,” he whispered, meaning his effort to get the best seat.
“I didn’t mean the front row!” I countered, but I could tell he was miffed. “Don’t be mad!” I gave him my best smile. He didn’t respond.
“That was embarrassing!” he whispered finally. What would you think I would do in such a moment? Well, laugh hysterically, of course, being as discreet as possible, you can be sure! What could he do but laugh with me?