Friday, April 27, 2007
Words Get In The Way
Dear young, trying to be hip, Freshman College student guy, sitting in row F, seat 8 at the Performing Arts Center:
I know you're out with your friends. You appear to be the boy next door, and maybe you're a nice kid, but you are so difficult to sit behind. I understand that there's the need to convey to each girl sitting next to you something important during my daughter's college ballet class performance, but my neck is getting tired from trying to see around you each time you move your head from the right to the left. Just because the music in the center is loud, I can still hear everything you are saying. Yes, the dancers costumes are "fabulous." Tell your "girlfriend" on your right that her red high heeled shoes are cute, especially with her black and white dress, but it's not so cute when her feet are up on the chair in front of her and her legs are not crossed, if you get my drift. And don't forget to tell the "girlfriend" seated on your left that her phone calls can wait until after the performance and that she doesn't need to sing all the lyrics to "Bring Me To Life" by Evanescence while the modern dance class is performing. Amy Lee does just fine on the original recording...
I truly wish you all the best and that the people seated in front of you don't ruin your show.
The person sitting behind you in row G, seat 9.