oldmanwilly
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Well…
When I was in college, the gal I was with said, “Hey, we should volunteer for the Usher Corp.”. “The what?”
The University had an auditorium that brought in all sorts of shows. The ushers that helped direct patrons to their seats were all student volunteers. The perk was getting to see the shows for free. Oh, ok. Sure.
Saw everything from Riverdance, to Jesus Christ:Superstar, Cats, Man of La Mancha etc.
The auditorium was also booked for some local HS graduations and other events.
One particular HS…
Everything from fistfights, someone trying to shove another person’s head through the gap between the stairs. And these were the parents and family members. Not the students.
Ever seen two grannies trying to fight each other with canes/walking sticks? One person even tried swinging their walker. Hmmm… if you can pick up a walker and swing it, are you really disabled?
Some of the fights, I gathered, were between people/families that had some kind of prior beef with each other, but more than one of the arguments and fights happened because one group/family decided that they didn’t particularly like the seating position their tickets were for, so they simply decided, “We’ll just go take those seats over there”, then refused to move when the people with tickets for those seats arrived (and the other group, rather than find an usher or Area Manager and go, “Excuse me, these are our tickets. Is this the right row? I think some folks might be mistaken, and are in the seats we were assigned to”, decided to take matters into their own hands).
And yes, some of those fights also apparently began because someone felt ‘disrespected’.![]()
Wow, some people really are special. Glad you weren't caught in the middle.
Nate's random thought for the morning:
Jo is downstairs listening to country pop tripe. I can hear it upstairs now.
At first I was like, this music really isn't very good. Musically. But you know what? After listening to it for a little while I've come to realize that the lyrics are pretty bad too.
Lyrics and music might be bad, but I'll bet you have a new, unexpected desire to buy a Chevy Truck and drink a cool Bud Light.