Tonight, I ventured down to our local playhouse to see a production of “A Christmas Carol.” I paid my $21.50 for my ticket, assuming my money I would guarantee me a seat and a souvenir program…but…shock and surprise! I was treated to an upgrade tonight!
Ya ta!
Yes! My ticket not only landed me smack dab in the front row, but directly next to 2 drunk cronies who decided to re-enact the Verizon commercial during the show:
Instead of hearing Tiny Tim’s dulcet tones implore the Powers-That-Be to “bless us all,” I heard snippets of loud, obnoxious conversation from the female versions of Statler and Waldorf.
Really...they looked JUST like this.
Miracle on 32nd Street 