I’ll try something other than the aisle seat next time, thanks

Emmitt B. Feldner  for The Review

In certain circumstances an aisle seat can be prime seating.

On an airliner, for instance, it can provide extra elbow room – or at least, extra room for one elbow.

And it can also help get you off the plane a little faster when you reach your destination.

Sometimes, though, having an aisle seat can have unforeseen consequences for the occupant.

That was the case for me last week when we attended our grandson Ty’s grade school Christmas concert.

The concerts was held in the high school auditorium, which has plenty of seating, but there are plenty of kids in the grade school – with plenty of parents, grandparents, siblings, other relatives, friends and more.

It means seating can be at a premium, and it behooves one to arrive early to get the best seating.

Ty’s parents, brother Nolan and his other grandparents got there before we did, so fortunately they had saved Terry and I a couple of seats.

Since I dropped Terry off in front of the school before going to park, I drew the last seat available – on the aisle.

For awhile, I despaired of even making it to the auditorium in time for the concert.

With all those people attending the concert, I very nearly wound up having to drive to another county before I could find a parking space.

I did manage to find a spot in the school parking lot, but I did have quite a hike to make it to the school – which took nearly longer than the concert did.

I still made it to my seat in plenty of time before the concert actually started, but I didn’t stay there long.

By that point in time, Nolan had already been there, waiting for the concert, for what I’m sure seemed to him like an interminable amount of time.

Since he had already made his way from Dad to Mom to all the other grandparents in attendance, I soon wound up with Nolan on my lap and with it being my task to keep him entertained until the concert began.

He didn’t last too long with me, but was soon back down the aisle to start his rounds all over again.

But it was about that time that Nolan decided he needed a drink of water – anything, I suppose, to get him out of the auditorium and moving around.

That was when I discovered the extra duty that came with my aisle seat.

Rather than have anyone else in the row climb past me to escort Nolan out to the nearest drinking fountain – I’m not originally from these parts, so I won’t call it the bubbler – it was decided I should accompany Nolan on his journey.

Of course, nobody consulted me in this decision, since I might have opted for being climbed over.

Instead, Nolan and I wandered out into the hall in search of a drinking fountain – which fortunately was around the corner and just down the hall from the nearest auditorium door.

We got to wander past the gymnasium, where a wrestling meet was due to start shortly, but fortunately they didn’t charge us the admission price to the wrestling meet to get to the drinking fountain, which was past the gymnasium.

Nolan got his drink and we headed back to the auditorium, still with plenty of time before the concert began.

Enough time, in fact, that Nolan was ready for another drink of that cool, refreshing water – and I got to accompany him again.

We got back to our seats in plenty of time – enough time, in fact, for what you can probably guess came next after Nolan drank all that water.

This time it was a little more of a walk, as the nearest Boys’ room was around another corner from the drinking fountain.

By this time, I wasn’t sure if I’d walked farther from the parking lot or taking Nolan on his little perambulations, but I knew I’d gotten more than enough exercise that night.

I know I was as glad as any parent or grandparent when the concert finally started and my walking time with Nolan came to an end.

The concert was entertaining enough to put an end to Nolan’s wanderlust – and I knew he couldn’t be thirsty anymore.

All I know is, when it comes to the spring concert, somebody else is going to get the aisle seat.

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