Oops, sorry dude...

Yesterday, at the cinema, there was a little confusion.

It was "I am number four". We walked into the already darkened hall, looking for our seats. There weren't many people around for the early show, so there weren't any hassle in locating them. As we reached the designated row, we saw someone else in our seats.

"Excuse me, sir, but these seats are ours."
"Ohhh, my apologies."

They got up and retreated to a few seats away. We sat down. And then, they came back to us.

"Excuse me, but the seats are ours too." They showed us their tickets. D14, D15. Ours were D14, D15 as well. Same cinema hall. Same movie. Same time.

Oh-kay. So we brought this out to the ticketing guy to have it settled. Movie's starting in 5 minutes. If they'd printed it wrongly, they would have to get it fixed fast. The guy took one look at the tickets and smiled. "These tickets are dated tomorrow."

What? Whose? Ours or theirs? We each looked at our tickets again. Phew! It was theirs. What a relief. We thanked the guy, nodded to the other party (so, it's your mistake, not ours), and quickly head back into the cinema hall again.

As we walked away, we heard the the fella laughing, "Dated tomorrow? I bought tomorrow's ticket? And we came TODAY for tomorrow's movie?" And the girl he was with was obviously very not impressed.