My 8th grade son had a band and choir
concert this evening. In attendance (and
sitting directly behind me) was Gabby, who talked through every piece, and her
husband Snot, who gurgled his sinuses along with the band. Also in attendance were the Giggle Twins
(sitting a couple rows forward from us, but we could hear them through the
entire program) Mr. I-Can’t-Find-My Loudly-Ringing-Cell-Phone, and the Elephant
Children who tromped up and down the gymnasium bleacher steps.
I like Jr. High Band concerts. I hate Jr. High Band concert audiences.
I like Jr. High Band concerts. I hate Jr. High Band concert audiences.
Yes, and don't forget the ones holding their tablets up at head level recording the whole thing, or those at the back of the auditorium with cameras on tripods so that most of the people walking along the aisle end up bowing down before the camera, as if the walkway was made for the cameras and not the parents.
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