I arrived at the theater with my ticket in hand
already sold on the show
and with my flask in my jacket
and the movie cued up,
I reclined and sat back to relax.
I never expected I had mistakenly walked into
the wrong place and wrong time altogether,
and to avoid the embarrassment of admitting my mistake,
instead chose to sit there in silence.
It seemed that the usher had not read my ticket
and I had been awfully aloof,
but when I finally pretended to be enjoying myself,
I found that I was completely lost.
So I slid out of the theater to ask at the booth
if I could please exchange or get a refund,
but they calmly explained that I was too late
and I’d have to settle with what I had bought.
On The Verge of Tears 