Overheard #1
The first in (possibly) a continuing series.
In a theatre, just as the lights are dimming for the opening scene, a man seated behind me who obviously has a glaring lack of knowledge of how the theatah, sweetie dahling, works says:
"I don't know why they need a stage manager. They only have 3 chairs and a table."
UPDATE I was tempted to turn around and say, "Might I suggest, sir, that you adopt a slightly less literal interpretation of the job title?"
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9 Comments:
Our Town?
Surely he was winding his date up?
He's reduced your role to three chairs and a table?! You should have turned and said, "I think the stage manager is that skinhead sitting behind you, and dahling, he has a tempah." When he turns his head to look, punch* him and run!
*I don't advocate violence, but sometimes it's the only way... ;)
Not "Our Town." Local production you'll NEVER hear about. Political theme. *yawn*
I considered pointing that out.
He didn't appear to be on a date.
That would have been more fun than watching the play, I can tell you for nothing.
He didn't appear to be on a date.
Now why doesn't that surprise me?
Found your blog through Mir and have been reading your posts, it's wonderful!
Will be coming back daily to stay in touch!
Cheers,
Anita
Hey, Anita! Welcome! Glad to have a new reader.
Now, if only we could get rid of the *actors* as well... ;)
I love people who are under the grand illusion that everybody in the world wants their opinion...sure he wasn't a refugee from FOX News????
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