Jul 20, 2005 — 11:57:55 PM
Okay, so I have two stories, both about Philadelphia audiences. -When a tour of Mamma Mia stopped by about three years ago, a group of four of my friends went to see it. We sit down and the woman in the row in front of us turns around and starts smiling like a fool at us. She stutters out that her name is Wanda, her companion is Ted, and she is taking him out for his birthday and wants to embarass him. Her breath wreaked of alcohol, but as the show was starting, we couldn't say anything. Well...