I was just at the opening night of GHOST, here in LA at the Pantages, and the couple seated next to me just carried on conversations as if they were the only two people in the room. The friend I was with knows that I can't stand that sort crap (neither can she) and she was holding on to my arm as if to say "I know you want to yell at them!"
I had to use the restroom before the end of the act and decided to sit in some of the empty seats in the back. My friend came up and said, "I should have let you yell at them. The minute you got up and left, the husband pulled his phone out and started texting"
I would have lost it, and he would have lost his arm.
Good thing I had a cocktail before hand.
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