I'm not sure what it is about The Colour Purple that makes people have to pee so much.
On Friday I went to see The Colour Purple. When they showed us to our seats we thought that we had gotten a pretty sweet deal. We have season tickets for the cheapest seats in the theatre, and we have always gotten pretty good seats, which I think has something to do with having the subscription. This time though, we thought we had the best seats we could get. Now we may have a different view of what good seats are...we aren't really people persons, especially when it comes to sitting within close proximity to others. So when they showed us to our seats we couldn't be happier with the little nook we had. It was two seats off to the side, with a railing and wall on either side. We even had two little steps that just went to our seats. Plenty of space to stretch our legs and to put our jackets beside us. No arm rest to share with a stranger. No one in front of us to struggle to see over, and the people behind us had significant space between us and were quite a bit higher so in theory they wouldn't be rubbing up against us. In theory.
In theory everything should have been great. But there was done thing we didn't count on. People. People coming in late, people going to the bathroom and people who think they are in a movie theatre.
I will never understand people who come in late to a play, especially the ones who don't seem to realize that other people are there too. For the first 10 minutes of the production a heavy stream of people were being led to their seats by the ushers. For the next 20 minutes the ushers made them stand to the side and wait for a break in the performance. This is where we were sitting and the people waiting seemed to take no notice that they were hovering around our seats. I felt even worse for the people who were sitting in the back row of the section in front of us. They had people hanging over the railing right over top of them. That would have driven me insane. Even better was when the ushers had them all start to run out into the aisles and to their seats but realize that the next act was start and hustle them all back. It was amusing and frustrating all at the same time.
It's really hard to get into a play with people running back and forth, so when they were finally seated I thought I was going to be able to settle in myself. But then everyone started going to the washroom. Everyone. To be fair we were pretty much beside the bathroom, but I can honestly say that I have never seen so many people get up during a performance to go pee. It isn't like you are in a movie theatre where the actors are just on a screen, they are there in person, and they can see you. Don't people realize that no matter how far up you are, it is probably distracting to see movement in the audience for the actors.
This is also why I think it is especially rude when people leave early before the last act of the play is even done. It wasn't even like just two people did it. A lot of people did. The play wasn't bad, it was good. I enjoyed it for the most part, and thought that the actors deserved more than that. They deserved their chance to bow and be applauded by the whole audience.
The people sitting behind us were some of the worst offenders. They got up a few times to go the washroom, once they even went together. And they weren't quiet about it either, they had to discuss it before they went...each time. And the guy took his jacket with him each time, but not before hitting me in the head with it on each occasion in and out. And his girlfriend decided to put her used cup practically on my head. Instead of tucking it under her own seat, she decided to fuss around trying to stand it up against the back of my seat.
I've been to quite a few plays and I've noticed more and more that some of the people seem to think that when they are in a play they can act like they would if they were at home watching Survivor. I know I've said this before but I have to say it again...WHAT'S WRONG WITH PEOPLE!
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