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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #25740 on: March 05, 2014, 10:42:57 PM »
I nominate the ladies sitting behind me in church this evening.  It was the Ash Wednesday service, which includes a fairly long bit in the middle where the pastor draws a cross with ash on each person's forehead.  It's done in silence, and it took a while because it was a pretty full service.  You're supposed to pray or think quietly while it's going on.

The ladies behind me kept up a running commentary the whole time.  And I suspect one or both of them don't hear as well as they used to, because they were nowhere near as quiet as they probably thought they were.  They weren't saying anything particularly unkind, per se, but it was definitely an "inner monologue" kind of conversation.  ("Oh, I love what she did with her hair!  Didn't she used to have it red?  The silver streaks suit her.  Wow, her son really got taller - is he in college now?  Ooh, is that his girlfriend with him?  Marge said she thought Ron looked better in red, but he's had that blue vest forever and I don't see any reason he should have to stop wearing it now."  Etc. etc. etc.)

Unfortunately there was no way to let them know everyone could hear them  :-\

How about a discrete shush? Or a friendly look back with your finger to your lips?

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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #25741 on: March 05, 2014, 11:10:14 PM »
I nominate the ladies sitting behind me in church this evening.  It was the Ash Wednesday service, which includes a fairly long bit in the middle where the pastor draws a cross with ash on each person's forehead.  It's done in silence, and it took a while because it was a pretty full service.  You're supposed to pray or think quietly while it's going on.

The ladies behind me kept up a running commentary the whole time.  And I suspect one or both of them don't hear as well as they used to, because they were nowhere near as quiet as they probably thought they were.  They weren't saying anything particularly unkind, per se, but it was definitely an "inner monologue" kind of conversation.  ("Oh, I love what she did with her hair!  Didn't she used to have it red?  The silver streaks suit her.  Wow, her son really got taller - is he in college now?  Ooh, is that his girlfriend with him?  Marge said she thought Ron looked better in red, but he's had that blue vest forever and I don't see any reason he should have to stop wearing it now."  Etc. etc. etc.)

Unfortunately there was no way to let them know everyone could hear them  :-\
How about a discrete shush? Or a friendly look back with your finger to your lips?

They were a few rows back from me and two or three people to one side, or I would have   :-\

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« Reply #25742 on: March 06, 2014, 12:38:56 AM »
I nominate the ladies sitting behind me in church this evening.  It was the Ash Wednesday service, which includes a fairly long bit in the middle where the pastor draws a cross with ash on each person's forehead.  It's done in silence, and it took a while because it was a pretty full service.  You're supposed to pray or think quietly while it's going on.

The ladies behind me kept up a running commentary the whole time.  And I suspect one or both of them don't hear as well as they used to, because they were nowhere near as quiet as they probably thought they were.  They weren't saying anything particularly unkind, per se, but it was definitely an "inner monologue" kind of conversation.  ("Oh, I love what she did with her hair!  Didn't she used to have it red?  The silver streaks suit her.  Wow, her son really got taller - is he in college now?  Ooh, is that his girlfriend with him?  Marge said she thought Ron looked better in red, but he's had that blue vest forever and I don't see any reason he should have to stop wearing it now."  Etc. etc. etc.)

Unfortunately there was no way to let them know everyone could hear them  :-\
How about a discrete shush? Or a friendly look back with your finger to your lips?

They were a few rows back from me and two or three people to one side, or I would have   :-\

The same kind of thing happened at our service, except it was two choir members...during the prelude! I finally just jabbed my fingers in my ears, took them out, and then started praying (all while never looking at them) to give them a big clue that, no, I really don't want to hear how your mom feels about the price of wheat in Indiana or whatever it was they were discussing. I need silence, or at least just the sounds that are supposed to happen, so I can be contemplative and get in a good mindset.

The heck of it is, our music director has a big sign up in the loft that the prelude should be for quiet prayer and contemplation - talk really distracts him, and he's playing some really hard pieces as it is. I just boggle at the amount of disrespect you'd have to have to just keep visiting, knowing that you're being terribly distracting.
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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #25743 on: March 06, 2014, 07:40:44 AM »
The heck of it is, our music director has a big sign up in the loft that the prelude should be for quiet prayer and contemplation - talk really distracts him, and he's playing some really hard pieces as it is. I just boggle at the amount of disrespect you'd have to have to just keep visiting, knowing that you're being terribly distracting.

This. And for this, I nominate an entire church full of people.

I play handbells. We were playing prelude for a service last fall. This was a big, event-filled service, with tons of extra people. Normally there is some noise in the sanctuary as we play, as people file in and choose seats. Sometimes there is some talking but nothing too bad. We also usually get put in a wide arc rather than the U-shaped configuration that we use in the room we practice in, so we have to get used to it sounding a little different.

So the church is filling with all these extra people and it's loud. They are all talking and since no one else is being quiet, I think it gives them the impression that they don't have to be quiet. It's seriously very, very loud in there. We start playing and find that people down in the bass bells can't hear the treble, and the treble ringers can't hear the bass. Luckily we hung in there and got through the piece but seriously people? You didn't think hearing the music director play the glockenspiel was enough to signal that prelude is beginnning? Then those 15 people up there waving those big shiny bronze thingies around isn't enough to let you know that you should maybe, oh, shut up, sit down now, and listen?  ::)

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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #25744 on: March 06, 2014, 12:01:59 PM »
If I've told this story here before, feel free to skip over this.

A couple of years ago some friends and I went to New York City for vacation and one of the things we wanted to do was see a Broadway show. We didn't have a lot of money for tickets so we ended up in the very last row, and we were behind a group of high-school-aged kids (all wearing matching shirts from the same camp). That would have been fine, except in the row in front of us one girl jabbered to her friend for the ENTIRE show. The counselor at the end of the row (maybe 4 people down) didn't say a thing.

I think I had indicated to her to be quiet a couple of times (a look, a finger to lips, nothing impolite) but she completely ignored me. So (shocking my friends as I am usually easy-going) I got up and leaned over to her and told her politely but firmly that she needed to stop talking so the rest of us could hear the performance, or she should go to the lobby. She looked startled and said, "I was just telling my friend something," and I said, "You've been telling her something the whole show. Please be quiet." I believe she quieted down after that, but really, no counselor thought to tell her to behave? The counselors, to be fair, were probably college students, so not much older and apparently not really interested in discipline.

Sadly, I remember more about my encounter with this girl than the show itself.  >:(
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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #25745 on: March 06, 2014, 12:31:09 PM »
I cannot stand rude theater behavior!

I started doing community theater when I was around 6 or 7, before I was every allowed to perform on stage, I had to learn to be an appropriate audience member. No cat-calling, so feet on the seats, no talking, even what was and wasn't appropriate to wear to a show and how to figure out when to dress up and when to dress down.

When I was 9 my mom and I went to see The Nutcracker. During the ballet she leaned over to asking me how I was liking it, I looked at her, and put my fingers to my lips and said "Intermission is for talking" and went back to watching. I was annoyed by the other kids who came with us because they did not have proper theater behavior and I maintained this was very rude to the performers who worked very hard on the show.

I'm still the same way. Pull out your phone during a performance and you get the evil stare of death from me. Seriously, don't even check the time. Watch the performance.

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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #25746 on: March 06, 2014, 02:24:17 PM »


 

When I was 9 my mom and I went to see The Nutcracker. During the ballet she leaned over to asking me how I was liking it, I looked at her, and put my fingers to my lips and said "Intermission is for talking" and went back to watching. I was annoyed by the other kids who came with us because they did not have proper theater behavior and I maintained this was very rude to the performers who worked very hard on the show.

 

This reminded me of this past Christmas, when I went with a friend to see the Nutcracker. I hadn't seen it in years, and love it. My friend, in her 60's never had. So in front of us there is a group consisting of a mom, her son, mom and dad, and their daughter, and grandma to one of them. The kids were clearly friends, and maybe 5 or 6, dressed to the nines, and absolutely adorable!  they were fabulous during the show; the little boy fidgeted a bit during the second half, but was quiet. Not a peep, and during the first half, they were transfixed. It was so nice to see them enjoying it!

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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #25747 on: March 06, 2014, 03:24:53 PM »
A blizzard of snowflakes: fashion editors stealing from Chanel's fake supermarket at Fashion Week, even after being told to only take the fruits & vegetables

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http://www.dazeddigital.com/fashion/article/19111/1/looting-chanel-in-60-minutes
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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #25748 on: March 06, 2014, 03:46:24 PM »
This morning, on the way to work, I passed through an intersection that had a car that had obviously been hit very badly in the middle of the intersection (I didn't see another car, so it may have been a hit and run).  There were a few police cars there, including some vans - all with their lights flashing.  I can't tell you how many people were honking because it took a few minutes longer to get through the intersection.  I had to wait through 4 or 5 cycles of the light and I could see pretty far back what was going on.  I get it - it was annoying but probably worse for the guy who got hit.


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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #25749 on: March 06, 2014, 04:19:05 PM »
And that is why I abhor the use of car horns for anything other than emergencies.




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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #25750 on: March 06, 2014, 04:40:29 PM »


 

When I was 9 my mom and I went to see The Nutcracker. During the ballet she leaned over to asking me how I was liking it, I looked at her, and put my fingers to my lips and said "Intermission is for talking" and went back to watching. I was annoyed by the other kids who came with us because they did not have proper theater behavior and I maintained this was very rude to the performers who worked very hard on the show.

 

This reminded me of this past Christmas, when I went with a friend to see the Nutcracker. I hadn't seen it in years, and love it. My friend, in her 60's never had. So in front of us there is a group consisting of a mom, her son, mom and dad, and their daughter, and grandma to one of them. The kids were clearly friends, and maybe 5 or 6, dressed to the nines, and absolutely adorable!  they were fabulous during the show; the little boy fidgeted a bit during the second half, but was quiet. Not a peep, and during the first half, they were transfixed. It was so nice to see them enjoying it!

I remember my first time seeing a ballet. I was so excited because it featured Mikhail Baryshnikov! I was perfectly fine at the start, but only about 1/3 of the way into the performance, I was sick. My mom and I got up and we started to edge our way towards the aisle. We really really didn't want to be rude and get in everyone's way, but everyone in our row was so clear that they were put out by us excusing ourselves. What amazed me is that they were ALL so slow to pull in their legs (sigh, eye roll, look at us like "you can't be serious", sigh again, then get their legs out of the way), which prolonged the disruption for everyone. Finally, my mom said "she's going to puke". That got 'em moving!

Apart from that experience, I have always done my best to be a polite theater-goer!


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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #25751 on: March 06, 2014, 04:56:42 PM »
I nominate Mr. I'm too important for the fire trucks.  I was driving down one of the main streets in my city today when I heard sirens. Most people pulled over as they were supposed to but one car decided to take advantage of the stopped traffic.  He whipped a left turn between two of the fire trucks!  :o  Luckily, they were far enough apart that the truck did not have two brake, but who does that???

I don't know what they were rolling for but it was big.  Two pumper trucks, one bucket truck and a battalion chief.

Edited to add: I think I found out what the trucks were rolling for. It wasn't a fire, a HUGE tree fell through the roof of an apartment building.  Luckily, no one was injured.
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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #25752 on: March 06, 2014, 05:56:48 PM »
I'm not sure if this is the most appropriate place for this but I can't find a better one.

A relative-in-law just called me asking if I had a certain item in storage.  I confirmed that I did (and then immediately regretted it as the penny dropped about where this conversation was going...)

Her: "GREAT!  I'll be by later tonight to get it. I'll also need [other item also in storage] and [other item in storage.]"
Me: "Tonight isn't a good night.  Also, you need to call DH and talk to him since this stuff is very buried and I don't know if or when he'll have time to find it all."
Her: "OK, see you tonight!" [click]
Me:  :o

Okay, if she had just asked if she could borrow them (though I have a feeling I'd never, ever see these things again) I would be happy to arrange for her to take them.  But they are buried way, way, way deep in our storage room and why does she think she can just take them anyway?

I tried calling Dh to warn him but he's on the other line.  Oy.

Tonight is going to be interesting.

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« Reply #25753 on: March 06, 2014, 07:03:32 PM »
I stopped in the shopping center near home to pick up a package from my mail delivery place. I put it in the car, tried to pull out but there is a car parked with a driver in the lane. I give it a few moments then go and tap on her window.




Me - I'm sorry but I can't pull out of my space with you here


Her - Oh, I didn't want to text and drive


Me could you pull up or back so I can get out, I'm tired and want to get home.


He 0k but I didn't want to text and drive.


She drives a few feet forward and pulls into one of the many empty parking places.
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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #25754 on: March 06, 2014, 07:54:12 PM »
If I've told this story here before, feel free to skip over this.

A couple of years ago some friends and I went to New York City for vacation and one of the things we wanted to do was see a Broadway show. We didn't have a lot of money for tickets so we ended up in the very last row, and we were behind a group of high-school-aged kids (all wearing matching shirts from the same camp). That would have been fine, except in the row in front of us one girl jabbered to her friend for the ENTIRE show. The counselor at the end of the row (maybe 4 people down) didn't say a thing.

I think I had indicated to her to be quiet a couple of times (a look, a finger to lips, nothing impolite) but she completely ignored me. So (shocking my friends as I am usually easy-going) I got up and leaned over to her and told her politely but firmly that she needed to stop talking so the rest of us could hear the performance, or she should go to the lobby. She looked startled and said, "I was just telling my friend something," and I said, "You've been telling her something the whole show. Please be quiet." I believe she quieted down after that, but really, no counselor thought to tell her to behave? The counselors, to be fair, were probably college students, so not much older and apparently not really interested in discipline.

Sadly, I remember more about my encounter with this girl than the show itself.  >:(

About 20 years ago I went with a school group to the Pantages Theatre in Toronto to see the terrific show Phantom of the Opera.  The theatre was quite filled with schoolchildren.  Before the show started someone came on stage and talked about some of the special effects.  This person also firmly spoke about behavior, and how any miscreants would be removed to the lobby to watch the show on close circuit TV.  The Phantom was wonderful, and the children all seemed to be on good behavior.  The audience was very, very quiet during the performance.

Several months later I went back to the theatre with my family to see The Phantom again.  This was in the summertime, and the audience was mixed from young to old.  There was no behavior lecture.  I realized during that performance just how impressed the school kids had been by the threat of being removed.  The regular audience was much noisier.  Not in a bad way, but they laughed at jokes, sighed at the appropriate times, and so forth.

I later wondered what, if any, effect the extremely quiet audience had on the performers.