Recalls an event from my long ago past: had subscription concert tickets and this one was for Harry Belefonte. I had a day right up there with the all time worse including breaking down in a truck on the bay bridge during rush hour. Anyway, got the truck to the barn and was back home at 730, met GF and we just made it to the curtain raise at 8. At that point, a young woman came out and said “due to the unrest in So. africa we will have a different show then normal. When the white man came to my country 300 years ago....at which time I yelled out from row 7, you don't look that old and it went down hill from there. More than half the audience left by intermission but I refused to go and just hurled insults. Complained to the management and wanted a refund to which they responded they had no control over what an artist does. I asked if one came out and defecated on the stage would they go along with that...they hung up. I cancelled my subscription.
Yours is a story that made me COL (chuckle out loud). Great job. I wish I could have been there to experience your hilariously outlandish behavior but your writing is so good, it was almost like I was there.
When I grow up I want to be like you.