Regret

Went to A Separation this evening, followed by dinner at Mon Ami Gabi. Both were wonderful.

But the theater was pretty full, and my friend and I moved over to open up two seats for a couple. I don't know what it is, but every time I've done that in the last four or five years I've ended up regretting it. This time, the woman had somehow, best as I can tell, managed not to realize that this was a foreign film. Or at least, that it had a Farsi soundtrack with English subtitles.

How do you manage that? And why must you read so many of the subtitles aloud to yourself?