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kybearfuzz) wrote2007-10-19 11:09 pm
kybearfuzz) wrote2007-10-19 11:09 pm
Drama in the Concert Aisle
I got to the Freedom Center early for the CMC concert and found a seat at the end of an aisle for ease of leaving if needed. Right before the concert began, a married couple came up to my row looking for two seats together. They asked the guy sitting one seat over from me if he'd move one more down so they'd have two together.
"There just aren't any seats together," Mrs. Rude-Inconsiderate-Pain-In-The-A$$ (RIPITA) said.
Well, if you didn't get to the concert two minutes before it started, maybe you could have, I thought. Only an idiot expects to find such things at the last minute.
So Mr. and Mrs. RIPITA pop down next to me. The concert begins and in the second song, they get a call on their mutual cell phone. So Mr. RIPITA gets up and I get up to let him out. A few minutes later we repeat the dance in reverse to let him in again. During the next song, Mrs. RIPITA decides it's her turn to take the call and I let her out and back in. Figuring this is my lot in life, as I attract these kinds of people at movie theaters, I bite my tongue and just let them go. We repeat his exchange with him .. then her... one more time.
During the last song of the half, Mr. RIPITA starts talking on his cell phone and isn't even bothering to get up this time. Finally, the gray bearded bear behind me taps him on his shoulder and asks politely if he could put his cell phone away during the concert. Mr. RIPITA looks at him and says "no, I can't." Now I'm getting pissed off as this @$$hole and his hag have disrupted nearly every song performed so far for me. Mr. RIPITA stands up and I stand to let him out AGAIN.
"I'm sorry," he said to me.
"So am I..." I replied in a deadpan voice.
"That's it," he said angrily, "Get your stuff, we're leaving," motioning to his wife.
The wife grabs her purse and jacket and the two of them march out. I rolled my eyes. Leave the drama to the queens, I wish I had told them, as it's best done by professionals.
During intermission, I thanked the guy behind me for speaking up. The guy sitting on their other side was thankful too. Obviously, they were annoying everyone around them. If the RIPITAs can't be disconnected from their world for two hours to enjoy a concert, then they shouldn't have come in the first place.
"There just aren't any seats together," Mrs. Rude-Inconsiderate-Pain-In-The-A$$ (RIPITA) said.
Well, if you didn't get to the concert two minutes before it started, maybe you could have, I thought. Only an idiot expects to find such things at the last minute.
So Mr. and Mrs. RIPITA pop down next to me. The concert begins and in the second song, they get a call on their mutual cell phone. So Mr. RIPITA gets up and I get up to let him out. A few minutes later we repeat the dance in reverse to let him in again. During the next song, Mrs. RIPITA decides it's her turn to take the call and I let her out and back in. Figuring this is my lot in life, as I attract these kinds of people at movie theaters, I bite my tongue and just let them go. We repeat his exchange with him .. then her... one more time.
During the last song of the half, Mr. RIPITA starts talking on his cell phone and isn't even bothering to get up this time. Finally, the gray bearded bear behind me taps him on his shoulder and asks politely if he could put his cell phone away during the concert. Mr. RIPITA looks at him and says "no, I can't." Now I'm getting pissed off as this @$$hole and his hag have disrupted nearly every song performed so far for me. Mr. RIPITA stands up and I stand to let him out AGAIN.
"I'm sorry," he said to me.
"So am I..." I replied in a deadpan voice.
"That's it," he said angrily, "Get your stuff, we're leaving," motioning to his wife.
The wife grabs her purse and jacket and the two of them march out. I rolled my eyes. Leave the drama to the queens, I wish I had told them, as it's best done by professionals.
During intermission, I thanked the guy behind me for speaking up. The guy sitting on their other side was thankful too. Obviously, they were annoying everyone around them. If the RIPITAs can't be disconnected from their world for two hours to enjoy a concert, then they shouldn't have come in the first place.
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I'da cut a bitch. And her ugly husband too.
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I asked her what our parents did when they went out for the evening.
I actually think she got it.
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I can understand if someone wanted to step out to check on things at least once, but to be continuously called during a concert is too much.
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But it seems that most people are oblivious to those around them. Sorry you had to experience it firsthand!
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CMC?
I totally agree. It's stupid to show up that close to the start and expect 'good seats'. If you snooze, you lose. And it looks like they were lozers!
hehehe
Hugs!
Re: CMC?
And yeah, the cell phone couple was annoying beyond belief...
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At church this morning, this lady who comes to all of our concerts came up to me and started telling me how she and her husband tried to go to the concert Friday and kept having to leave because of the cellphone. Seems there was miscommunication between whoever was supposed to pick their kids up from karate or something, and the "babysitter" thought the kids had been kidnapped - in Blue Ash - lol - and so they had to leave the concert. She said how bad she felt that they kept interrupting the people around them. I didn't say a word ;)
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I wondered if they were regulars at the concerts and worried that they might not come back, but it sounds like it was an evening of errors. Still, it is kind of funny how it got back to you :D
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You are correct, though, the people around them shouldn't have to be bothered by their behavior.
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They must be destroyed.
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