At last night's performance of THE HOMECOMING there was what seemed to be a virtual symphony of interference from those damned infrared hearing devices. One of the loudest offenders was sitting right behind me. He also managed to ruin one of the most important moments in the play by talking out loud full blast, as if he was in his own living room.
I managed to put up with it until the intermission, when I politely but firmly informed the gentleman that his headphones were making a LOT of noise and that he needed to have them adjusted. My friends informed him that he nneded to turn off his other hearing aid when he had the device on. He apologized, got up and went to the lobby to see about it. One of my friends went to talk to the house manager about the situation, thinking there were other technical difficulties.
Act II started, and the noise was somewhat lessened, but then got suddenly louder. The gentleman behind me had taken the headphones out of his ears, and the noise was interminable, loud and electric. He was fiddling with them, and I asked him again to keep them quiet.
Then they started up again even louder. I turned around and saw that the old man had the headphones in his lap. I finally grabbed the headphones from the gentleman, wrapped them in my jacket and shoved them under my seat.
At last, I could concentrate on the play, but the damage was done. I'm afraid I was so angry that I couldn't fully enjoy the play, which was by now two thirds over. When the lights came up I tossed the headphones into the gentleman's lap, telling telling him that he had singlehandedly ruined the play for me, and that he owed me the price of a ticket. His wife tried to shame me by telling me that the old man was 87, as if the old man's age had anything at all to do with it. One of my friends told her that it wasn't just the headphones but the out loud talking that was a problem too.
To be fair, the old gentleman wasn't trying to ruin anyone's evening. But ruin it he did.
"If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about the answers." Thomas Pynchon, GRAVITY'S RAINBOW
"Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away." Philip K. Dick
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