Morning all.
@eggyg we’re twins today. 6.4 for me too.
Walked 14,000 odd steps yesterday not really going anywhere but did go to the theatre. Saw
Hadestown.
It’s a musical based on the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Odd experience before curtain up however. I make my way to my seat (middle of second row stalls) and there’s a woman sitting in the adjacent seat. She has a massive bag with her and it’s on the floor. It’s so big it’s meaning that I can’t put my feet on the floor in front of my seat.
I politely ask if she wouldn’t mind popping the bag under her seat.
“I can’t do that! I’m disabled! I’ve got a bad back!”
“I have a disability too”, I say before saying that I was sure the bag would fit under her seat or even under mine.
“I’M DISABLED! Stop HARASSING ME!”
“There’s no need to shout at me. There’s a cloakroom upstairs that could take the bag if that’s better. I’m happy to pay….”
“Don’t bother. I’m going. You’ve ruined this for me because I’m disabled.”
“Don’t go. Let’s just find somewhere for your bag to go and stay for the show.”
“NO! STOP HARASSING ME! YOU’RE ONLY DOING THIS BECAUSE I’M DISABLED!”
At which point she grabs her bag and starts to exit the row.
I’m hoping she’ll go to the house manager and ask to be moved to a different seat or something but as she gets to the end of the aisle she turns and stares at me, points and screams “AND DON’T EVER TOUCH A STRANGER LIKE THAT AGAIN YOU PERVERT!”
The four clearly gay guys behind me gaffaw in hysterics as one of them is someone I’ve chatted to on a location based homosexualist dating app about seeing the show that day (yes I opened Grindr in the theatre bar out of boredom)!
Anyway she screams what she’s said as the house is starting to fill and in front of a member of staff who immediately makes a beeline for me. I think I’m about to be thrown out something. Before the usher can even say a word one of the guys behind pipes up to say that the woman had been rude to them and said homophobic stuff to boot.
Usher asks me what happened and I say I just asked if her bag could be tucked under the seat and she goes off saying that she’s disabled etc.
I said that I’m disabled and on their access list. But that I was OK and it was clearly something else going on for her.
They apologised and went away for a few moments. Returning they said that there were no other access list tickets sold in that row for that performance other than mine. They promptly comped my ticket for the show and credited my account with twice the full ticket price.
They also comped the tickets for the four gay guys in the row behind.
It was very odd and clearly she’s having a bad day but the show was good!
