On Saturday night, Jeff and I went to see a play at the Chemainus Theatre. The performance was very well done and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves… except for a chatty woman sitting behind us. She was quiet during the first act but apparently felt compelled to offer running commentary of the second act to her friends.
|cover of a book from the Mr. Men children’s series|
This sort of thing drives me absolutely nuts. I tried to concentrate on the play but when her chatter made that impossible, I turned around and looked at her with my best “please be quiet and watch the performance” face. That did not do the trick so five minutes later, I turned around a second time and put my index fingers to my lips (in a silent SSSSHHH!). She huffed at me, said something about young people not admonishing their elders and gave me a nasty stink eye. While I clearly ticked her off, I gladly accepted the stink eye because she finally stopped talking.
I once went to a movie with a friend where a group of teenage girls talked animatedly through the first five minutes. In one of the bolder moves of my life, I calmly got up, walked over to them and announced that, as I saw it, they had two options- to either continue their conversation outside the theatre or to be quiet. I then asked what option they were going to choose and stood waiting for what seemed like an eternity, until one of them gave me an answer. It worked like a charm… although it took my friend a few minutes to calm the horrified giggles she suffered in shock of what I had done.
That probably wasn’t my finest moment… and makes me return to the original question. In these types of situations, what is the best thing to be done?