On Sunday I spent twenty-five minutes waiting first in line to see the Wedding Crashers at the Lowes E-Walk. No, I wasn’t that desperate for a seat, the showing I wanted to go to was just sold out. I spent those twenty-five minutes praying nobody I knew came to that theater (and listening to a maddening fifteen second Ice Princess promo playing over and over and over again on a screen behind me – yes I get it, she went from science geek to skating queen). I’ve never been much for one waiting in lines. In fact I positively hate it. During the time the Ziegfeld used reserve seating, I was in heaven – I remember bypassing the hundreds of people anxiously awaiting the release of tickets for The Phantom Menace by taking a ten minute break from work to call moviefone and then strolling in five minutes prior to the movie’s start. Even though the heyday of reserved seating for films was short lived, we still can enjoy it at theaters, concerts, and operas. And enjoy it I do. Which is why I’m baffled by the phenomena of people lining up for these things. There are six doors – why do you people feel the need to line up to go into one? Richard Schickel has a pretty funny op-ed in the Times today on it here.