My daughter and I went to see Arsenic and Old Lace performed by teachers at her high school the other night, and a crotchety old guy sitting right behind us complained the whole night. Fortunately, he didn't talk during the performance, but at each intermission, and there were many, he bitched very loudly and constantly about what a terrible performance it was, how bad the acting was and how they should have rehearsed more, how he wanted his money back and was going to leave and on, and on, and ON. It was all I could do to keep from punching him in the face. I mean, come on. It's a high school faculty play, tickets were only $5, the kids loved watching their teachers try to act, and I didn't see anybody holding a gun to his head making him stay. Sheesh.

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