This past Sat. night at DROWSY, pre-curtain banter:
Scary Tony Soprano-type sitting two seats over to my right and his wife , a cheerful lady with an awful faux fur on her lap:
IRKSOME MAN: "What the HELL is this thing we're seein'? You know I hate this s _ _ _. And why are there so many fruits in sitting way down there in 'da front?" (To me, obviously not comprehending that I am clearly there with my partner, Bob:) Hey, buddy, you believe all the FRUITS in this place? Wow, I guess we're safe back here, huh?"
WIFE: "This show is a 1920's musical. Relax, you'll have a good tiiiime"
IRKSOME MAN: "1920's? Ahhh, jeeeeeeeeeeeez."
WIFE: "Don't START. You neva take me ANYWHERE, it's my boithday and anyways, this was up for a TONY."
IRKSOME MAN: "Hanh?? A wha-?"
WIFE: "Don't show your ignorance, Dom. Just read your program."
(Pause, as he looks at the 2 empty seats between he and I.)
IRKSOME MAN: "These seats got NO leg room. Jeeeeez. I tell ya, if two people come and sit in dese seats ovah here, I'm outta here. I can hang out in a bar."
WIFE: "You're gonna walk out on MY BOITHDAY? Well, fine, I don't care. You ain't spoilin' MY good time. Do whatcha want. I'm gonna enjoy it."
(Minutes pass, he seems to be mellowing out and relaxing. Then 2 young ladies come and take their seats between us. He pops up, dramatically grabbing his pleather coat:)
IRKSOME MAN: "Upp! That's it, I'm OUT." (He begins to leave without a word to his wife, as they 2 women look at him very confused.)
ME w/a huge smile to the IRKSOME MAN: "Have a great evening, sir. Oh, and by the way, this is my partner, Bob."
He continued scooting out and never sat again. I saw him later in the lobby after bows. He was all smiles, humming TOLEDO SURPRISE from the show. Oy. His wife had a grand time...God BLESS her.
"I am not 'a' Eunice Burns. I am THE Eunice Burns!!!"