When I was little, my mom wasn't too hard on us about a bit of a nap. I'd always lean toward the armrest and end up with a handprint on my cheek and a cramp in my wrist.
When I got a little older (teen years) I "worked" as an attendant. My brother and I would save ourselves seats way up in the very top row where it was kind of dark and the A/C vents were nearby so it was cool. Our job as attendants, thanks to a bro we knew who was in charge, was early morning security, keeping all you naughty dubs not following jehoober's arrangement from coming in to the auditorium before the lights were on and saving blocks of seats. Of course, this meant we got to go in before the auditorium was open, the lights on, and save seats for all of our families. So, during the program, we had no real assignment. We could sit where we wanted and walk around with little signs saying "please return to your seats" and such. It was an easy way to walk around and scope out the girls.
As a dub kid, I guess you gotta know how to play the angles.