Adding Insult to Injury
My parents flew 2000 miles to see their grandchildren's stage debut.
Wasn't *exactly* Broadway:
- actors picked their noses.
- the "theatre" looked an awful lot like "the gym" and smelled like stinky feet.
- decorations were made out of cotton balls and edible glue.
- children in attendance, to watch big brothers and big sisters, liked to a) scream, b) sing louder than the performers, and c) pass gas that would choke a cow.
My dad settled into his seat and immediately started documenting this event with enough electronic equipment to enrage a Japanese tourist.
A lovely scene...
I wandered around, with 30 minutes 'till showtime, trying to find a seat for everyone else on our guest list.
After scattering my children's fans into several sections of the audience, I sat down in the only seat that was left.
This was my dad's view the rest of the night.
Poor guy. No zoom lens gonna fix *that*.
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