Zootopia

Four years ago, I walked into the dimly-lit movie theater with my best friend to watch Zootopia. The only lights came from the staircase and the exit signs. Previews had already started and I really wanted to sit down, instead of just wandering awkwardly. There was a small wall dividing the handicaped spots from the upper division and lower division. I thought we could walk through the handicaped row, up the staircase, and go back a row. I could not have been more wrong. It turns out that there wasn’t a staircase on the opposite side. I thought it was there, but just too dark to see. So I walked into the wall.