Catching a play the night before my sister and her husband arrive for a visit from the US, I saw Now or Later at The Royal Court.  Now, the less said about the play the better (didactic in the extreme, based on a ridiculous false premise (that the son of a President-elect wouldn't know that it was incendiary to dress up as Mohammad), and at the end, I felt I'd been assigned an essay), but a funny thing happened, which reflects well on the theatre.

I've always moaned about the Royal Court audiences as being (by far) the wankiest in London, but tonight we were sitting in our seats and two people very politely said they thought we were sitting in theirs.  I was certain they were wrong and brought out my tickets with great confidence.

Turns out my tickets were indeed correct.  For the following night.  Oops.  We all had a good laugh, and I went to the Royal Court staff to point out my mistake.  Quite pleasingly, they were extremely helpful and gave us two empty seats fifth row centre.  Now, there's good customer service.

Pity about the play, though.