The other day, I was in New York at the Angelika--which now has assigned seating. I wasn't late--I think I arrived thirty seconds after the start of the first preview--and yet a human refused to stand up for me. This was inarguably rude. The person was blocking my passage to my assigned seat--it was her task to "make way." She was not incapable of standing; I know this as a fact. So what was going on? Was she simply lazy? Had she just lived through a bad day? Did she feel that her intransigence was a just punishment for my disruption of the first preview? Was this merely thoughtlessness? I'll never know. It helps to watch "The Outs," which, in my favorite scene, nicely dramatizes the problem of uncertainty. Jack and Mitchell recall a particular threesome. "We invited a third to our apartment and we were--you know--doing things." "We were having gay sex--it's what we tend to do." "We were ten minutes in--and the guy stands up a...