| I saw it last night. Unfortunately, next to a "Nikki" level PITA comp critter. The less they pay, the more they complain. Front row center fuss budget, constantly crossing and uncrossing his legs, waving his cane around, cleaning his glasses at least six times. At intermission, he said to the refreshments person, "You know what's worse than tigers? This play! Hahahahaha!" Unfortunately, he returned. At the most pivotal moment, wife's cathartic breakdown, he turned on his iPhone to check the time. Yep, ten. Not that he had any pressing engagement. Just bored and had to distract forty people. At the end he clapped like a seal and yelled "bravo!" I always know my night will be ruined when I see him. He and Nikki will enjoy a circle of hell together in due time. |
