On Saturday I went to see the new film Whatever Works at a small theater in Pasadena. I happened to get an aisle seat and, when an old man indicated that he wanted to sit in my row, I stood up so that he might have more room to get to his seat. When he stepped on my foot, I was inclined to let it go and not say anything. He was elderly, after all. When he stepped on my other foot, however, I couldn't help but let out an, "ouch!" He did not apologize or acknowledge my pain in any way. I was wearing sandals, by the way.