More proof of Sandra's Theorem

Sandra's Theorem: People understand wheelchairs.  Reclining chairs, not so much.

So, for the first time in many years, we went to a Mariners game as a family.  When Anna was maybe 4, we all went. The Guest Services department found us an area that was wheelchair accessible, way up in the rafters.  It's basically how I see movies in a theater (yearly), a big wide spot where chairs go.  Sure, there's 100 level for that, too, but it's about $70 per ticket!  So, we went for the cheap option.

This time, it did not go so smoothly at first.  The ticket takers freaked out on me.  They pulled me aside (apparently, it took 3 of them).  They searched the bag (the chair's portable bag).  They took our tickets and called up to Guest Services.  They said they'd "never heard of this before!!!!!"

After a very long while with people streaming by and me wanting to both cry and go home simultaneously, they came back and said I could go.  Yeah, it was a buzz kill.  But I dug deep and forced myself to put on a happy face.  I did not want to ruin it for my family, especially Anna, who's very sensitive to my feelings when people aren't kind to my, as they said in Rudloph the Red Nosed Reindeer, nonconformity.

So eventually we made it up to our seats.  WOW!  They were BAD!  It was nearly impossible to see what was going on.  They were little ant baseball players.  And it was cccccooollllld.  I'm a lifer of this area, and I can't recall a colder July 1.  But, we had fun.  Left early, though, because Mark asked for the day off, but instead was told to get there as soon as humanly possible.  Sigh.  How long, O Lord....