M. Night Shyamalan is a gentleman
Last night, I saw Harry Potter. I thought it was really good. Cried at the end. The more pressing matter, though, is that M. Night Shyamalan was there! He sat two rows in front of us! The entire row was sectioned off when we got there, which seemed odd. Then I saw this familiar face walk up. I figured out who he was, and it was such a strange feeling. A few people kind of rushed the poor guy right away, but he was very nice and spoke to them. I felt bad for him, because he was with his family, and leave the guy alone, right? Oh well, at least it didn't last the whole movie.