Back again, in front of Vahdat hall, I was ready to enter for the performance of Iran's National Orchestra when the lady at the ticket booth told me i couldn't go in because my manteau (usual overcoat type clothing women wear in Iran... same thing as the French word it originated from) was too short. No way was i not going to that concert! For a second i actually thought of the Batman idea. poor guy... such moments bring you sympathy in the most awkward ways.
I figured if i cooperate as much as i can it would be the best solution. She told me to stand in the corner and just wait. I obeyed the order. As I patiently waited and allowed my hopefully charming smile to do the work as she looked at me every once in a while. I discovered that some other lady before me had a similar situation, and she blew it way out of proportion. The ticket booth lady had told her that her manteau was too short and she had responded with something along the lines of how the women with their hejab (like the ticket booth lady herself) put their Chadors on and go around in the city doing whatever disgusting thing they want. oh god... have mercy on me... thank you lady for ruining it for the rest of us! How's my smile gonna out do something like that?!
so as we were being collected on the corner, an idea came to mind. One of these more "properly dressed" women had a longer winter overcoat over her manteau. We decided she could give that to me to wear so that i could get through the gate where the officials were standing, and then i could give her her coat back. Rocket science, pure genius, we had figured it out. No more Batman idea was required. I sat at the balcony that night. Lovely view of a lovely performance.
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