The end of theater season is here, and I’m kind of glad. I
have season tickets to my local professional theater company and in general, I
love going to the theater. It’s the other theater-goers I’m sick of.
Actually, there are plenty of nice, intelligent people at
the theater. But it only takes one person committing a theater crime to spoil
the whole experience.
The unforgivable
crimes
Snacking. Just
last week, I sat next to a couple who must have mistaken live theater for a
movie theater. They secreted a baggie of snacks out from its hiding place as
soon as the lights went down. The distraction of their arms repeatedly moving
up and down from the bag to their mouths and the annoying, incessant rustling, crunching
and salivating was maddening. They ate during the whole play. If I ate that
much, I’d weigh 700 pounds. Besides that, there is no food allowed in the
theater.
Talking. I don’t
need a running commentary. I’m there, watching the same thing you are. If you
have to repeat the dialogue for a friend, have your friend get one of those
hearing devices the theater loans out for free. Also, please don’t predict the
ending aloud. If I haven’t figured it out already, I’ll be deprived of the
surprise, and if I have, I’ll just think you’re slow.
Checking your cell
phone. If you’d rather be on social media than watching the play, go forth
and Tweet somewhere else.
Seat-kicking. If I
wanted to be violently thrown forward with a thump aimed in the middle of my
back, I’d—well, I don’t know where else I can get this displeasure.
The forgivable crimes
Overreacting. “Gasp!”
“Oh!” “Awwwww!” Sometimes, this one amuses me.
Coughing and sneezing.
It happens. But if it develops into a fit, take it outside.
Fidgeting. I know,
any seat can get uncomfortable by the third act of Henry V. But try not to
commit the seat-kicking crime.