Last night my boyfriend and I attended a performance of In the Next Room, or, The Vibrator Play. Very enjoyable, except for the woman sitting next to us.
Here's what she did.
1 -- The playgoers were milling around in the lobby of the theater before the performance. She, a black woman, caught sight of my boyfriend and remarked to her white companion in a snotty -- and loud -- tone of voice, "Well, at least there's one other black person here."
2 -- After the play started, we found ourselves sitting right next to her. She proceeded to laugh -- loudly -- at inopportune times throughout the play, as well as at the funny parts...
3 -- ...And cough. Loudly. Throughout the entire play.
4 -- ...And snort. Loudly. Throughout the entire play.
5 -- ...And clear her throat. Loudly. Throughout the entire play.
6 -- ...And make a weird mucus-snorting sound deep in her throat that was not quite a snort or a cough. Instead, it sounded quite a bit like a honk. Loudly. Throughout the entire play.
7 -- ...And -- and this was the worst part. Fart. Silently. Throughout the entire play. Every few minutes a peculiar and peculiarly... intestinal... smell would waft our way. We know it was her because when she got up during the intermission, the wafting stopped. When she returned, it started right up again.
Gawd. On the bright side, at least the play itself was enjoyable enough to overcome even the worst behavior its audience members could throw at it.
Here's what she did.
1 -- The playgoers were milling around in the lobby of the theater before the performance. She, a black woman, caught sight of my boyfriend and remarked to her white companion in a snotty -- and loud -- tone of voice, "Well, at least there's one other black person here."
2 -- After the play started, we found ourselves sitting right next to her. She proceeded to laugh -- loudly -- at inopportune times throughout the play, as well as at the funny parts...
3 -- ...And cough. Loudly. Throughout the entire play.
4 -- ...And snort. Loudly. Throughout the entire play.
5 -- ...And clear her throat. Loudly. Throughout the entire play.
6 -- ...And make a weird mucus-snorting sound deep in her throat that was not quite a snort or a cough. Instead, it sounded quite a bit like a honk. Loudly. Throughout the entire play.
7 -- ...And -- and this was the worst part. Fart. Silently. Throughout the entire play. Every few minutes a peculiar and peculiarly... intestinal... smell would waft our way. We know it was her because when she got up during the intermission, the wafting stopped. When she returned, it started right up again.
Gawd. On the bright side, at least the play itself was enjoyable enough to overcome even the worst behavior its audience members could throw at it.



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