We had just enough time for a potty break and entered the theater about 10 minutes before show time. It was kind of hard to see at first, coming into the theater from the sunny outdoors, and we just headed toward the first CM we saw, who was waving people over toward the seating on our left. I didn’t see any open seats in the risers there, but there were a bunch of empty spaces next to those reserved for those traveling with wheelchair-bound guests and we sat down. After we’d gotten somewhat settled, a man behind me leaned forward and said we were in the seats reserved for handicapped parties, then leaned back and went about his own business. I looked again, just to be sure we were NOT, in fact, in any spaces marked as such, and said, quietly, to Gramma that the spaces next to us were reserved, but not where we were. The wheelchairs are seated next the ends of the benches, and about 4 spaces are reserved at the end for members of those parties. We were well past those.
Then, all heck broke loose.
The woman accompanying the man behind us stood up and LOUDLY began a tirade about how those seats are “reserved for people in wheelchairs to sit” and we would be kicked out anyway, and THEY were just trying to be helpful, but “oh no, do whatever you want, you’ll see!” By the end, she was shouting and the entire area behind us was looking on in amazement.

I’d like to say her kids and DH were appropriately moritifed, but I don’t think they were; they were scowling at us like we were pond-scum.
Leo, meanwhile, was freaked out and begging me with those big eyes to fix it. So, I stood up and said, “Let’s just move.”
Meanloud woman couldn’t let it go, though, and continued with “No, no stay! Wait for a CM to tell you to move!” I just looked her in the eye and said something to the effect of “You can stop with the shouting now. We don’t even want to sit here,” and we made our way over to another CM, who led us to some seats with a waaaaay better view. While another CM proceeded to direct a few late guests….. into the seats we vacated. And none of them were in wheelchairs.
Karma, baby. heh heh.
Oh, and our group made a fine bunch of warthogs, whereas mean woman’s group made a lousy bunch of giraffes. More karma.
Once I got past the blinding rage this idiot had brought about in my psyche, I really, really enjoyed the show. Leo LOVED it.
LOVED.
IT.
Afterward, he announced that he’d like to be an acrobatic monkey when he grows up.
Seriously, this is Disney at its best. The costuming is beautiful, the choreography top-notch and the vocalists superb. I’m so glad we finally made it, despite the “opening act” in the bleachers.