I've been sick. I'm bitter, too, because I know where I got it. I saw Phantom of the Opera with my parents over the weekend (which was amazing) and the bitch I was seated next to hacked away for all of Act One. I'm talking about that really resonant, guttural cough; the kind where you can totally visualize all of the germs swarming about her throat. For which you'd invite Disney to animate another Fantasia. I remember squirming in my seat, as if moving infinitessimally to your right can effect a difference in your already doomed trip to the sickbed. My beef with this girl is twofold: 1) that, in said condition, she should not have brought herself to a theater to infect a score of healthy patrons, and 2) that she should have kept her dank shoes on during Act Two! I mean, goodness, who are these people? Is all decency lost? Bad enough that people are inconsiderate enough to brazenly go in public as one large, nasty germ; and inscrutable that they would expose their feet at the Ahmanson Theater.
I couldn't even taste Spam today. It's that bad.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 6:11 PM
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