Showing posts with label Theater. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Theater. Show all posts

October 2, 2012

Get Me to the Play on Time!

A follow up to Sunday's piece on time warps:

As a theater goer, one of the main pieces of information you need to know is the play's start time. Some plays are more enigmatic than others. Take Perfect Crime, the longest running play on or off-Broadway. (Regular readers may remember Perfect Crime from this posting regarding it's elaborate maze to the box office.)

We arrive at the building and are in luck - signage abounds:

What do you say we see the Sunday evening performance? 

Great. I'll meet you in the lobby at 7:05. 
Out of curiosity, what's that sign on the right say?

Yikes. I'm running late! Okay. I'll be there at 6:50. Now to buy tickets:


You've got to be kidding...

Full disclosure: I work here when not photographing signs. Below is my favorite Sunday-start-time interaction:

Patron arrives at 7:45
Me: "The play's already started; I'm going to have to put you in late seating."
Patron: "What time did it start?!?"
M: "About ten minutes ago."
P: "The sign downstairs said it starts at 7:15."
M: "Yeah, that's not helping your cause. Follow me."

June 26, 2012

Box Office Success


Furthering last week's investigative report on a local theater, today we address customer complaints of difficulty locating the Box Office. 

Our investigative team went undercover to ... well ... investigate. Let’s see what they found. (Apologies for the fuzzy images. Surreptitious photography is a messy business.)

Upon entering the first floor lobby, we're greeted with a straightforward directive:





In the elevator, all signs point to a united front:


We accidentally exit  on the 3rd floor and are greeted by this overly-excited sign:



What luck! There is a box office. 
But it's closed. 
We continue upward. On the 4th floor, we are again greeted by signage:





Well, we were looking for the Fantasticks, but beggars can't be choosers. 
We turn the corner:


Not another 30 ft. passes before:



We head to the bar; hearts pounding:


As promised, a left turn. What could be next:


For the first time "window" is invoked. We must be closing in:



An sure enough, we are. At last! The Box O....

Yes, it is the only place in the entire building where the sign reading "Box Office" is obscured from view.