It pains me to admit this, but then confesson is good for the soul: I once accidentally caused one of these horrifying moments in the theatre. I was at that strange off broadway production of "Streetcar" a few years back--the one where Blanche takes her bath in full view of the audience. Very intense show.
Anyway, I had a pager in my pocket for my job and it was set to vibrate, as it always was. Unfortunately, the battery was about to go dead, and this particular pager sends out a loud warning to let you know the battery is dying. I was in the second row of a not very big theatre. People were looking around in disgust, and rightfully so. I dug my hand into my pocket and tried to pop the battery out as fast as I could, all the while craning my neck around looking in mock horror for the perpetrator. What else could I do? But I learned my lesson--I wont even bring one with me anymore.
Updated On: 4/13/06 at 12:10 PM