The Golden Gate Theatre is a very old building. You can tell not only by the ornate window balconies scaling the outer wall, but also by the dome in the ceiling and the elaborate carvings around the inner walls. That doesn't even take into account the fact that every other building in that San Francisco neighborhood is ancient.
The seats inside the theater are comfortable, but they're a little close together, and some of them aren't designed for seeing the stage well. You never want to buy tickets in the first row of the loge or the first row of the balcony, because you'll be straining your neck to see over the railing (or stressing your back to peek under it) during the whole show.
That's why we always ask for second-row loge seats at the Golden Gate. Then the only things we have to worry about seeing over are the heads of the people in front of us, craning to see over the railing.
That's a fact of life that you have to deal with if you're seeing a show at the Golden Gate. It does no good to fret about it, and even less to complain. I refuse to participate in discussions about how tall someone in front is, any more than I worry about how short the person behind me is. I think people make each other more uncomfortable by complaining, and it serves no purpose.
The tiny woman sitting in front of me when we went to see "42nd Street" today turned around and asked me if I minded if she sat on a cushion. I said I didn't. She warned me that she'd still probably have to sit up straight and lean forward at times. "Do whatever you have to do," I told her. "Don't worry about me." I knew I'd have to sit up straight, but that's probably for the best anyway.
The very large woman who plopped down behind me began immediately to sigh loudly and click her tongue. "Do you like your seat?" she asked her friend. I knew what she meant, but I wouldn't acknowledge her. She and her friend ended up switching seats with each other. The friend had no problem seeing over or around me (or at least she didn't complain about it).
Every time I go into a theater that doesn't have stadium style seats, I deal with this problem. At a movie house, I always look for a seat that it seems unlikely anyone would sit in front of. That's as much for the other person's benefit as my own. I know what it's like to be short and have to see around taller people. Even so, I can imagine what it must be like to be tall and have to worry about someone sitting behind me. I think I'd probably slouch a lot.
This is a divisive issue over a physical characteristic no one can really help: height. It's important to be sensitive to one another's personal issues, whatever might separate us from each other unnecessarily. It's a matter of simple courtesy and compassion.