Oh, I meant to mention the audience members at Chinglish. First of all, it's amazing how many different accents and languages you hear (I guess especially at this time of year since people come here to shop for Christmast). So I sat down. The man to my left was hogging the entire armrest (even on my side). Then a group of four people came in to my right. Well, I had to have a little room for my arms. Luckily the man on my left reached down to get something on the floor, so I put my arm against the armrest (not on top). He still put his arm over quite a bit, but it was okay. For a minute I thought it might turn it to the episode of King of Queens when Arthur is having an armrest fight with Carrie's boss.
I couldn't quite determine the language the people on my right were speaking: Portuguese?, Romanian?). Anyway, at intermission, I stood up and said "excuse me." The people seemed quite puzzled as to why I needed to get out, but the man next to me explained (in English, for some reason): "wants pee-pee."