Monday, April 25, 2011

The Fog

In recent weeks I've seen both Jerusalem and Black Watch, both of which I enjoyed very much. Both of the discussed class in a way I wish we did in America, but more importantly- both of them employed lots and lots of fog.

I love fog. I want a fog machine in my house. This, I think, would create a lot of atmosphere and I'm "into" atmosphere. You know what I'm not into though? Fake ass coughing. Seriously, it gets annoying. Sure, I understand that sometimes people are getting over a little bug or something but that's not what I'm talking about.

One time I was eating at a restaurant with my partner and we were seated in the garden. At a table near us a young couple started smoking cigarettes. I'm not a smoker. In fact, I really, really hate smoking. I thought, "Well, this is a little annoying but I'm satisfied that I'm at a proper distance to avoid getting lung cancer. " Then another table, further from the smokers I might add, started in on their fake ass coughs. I think they're the bigger assholes.

Back to fog machines. I'm willing to believe that these people are experiencing something psychosomatic and that they're not simply passive aggressive jerks, but I'm trying to watch a play here, folks. Fog machines don't make you cough (I just googled it) and you're acting like somebody just blew a bong hit into your face.

So. What do your fellow audience members do to annoy you?


Meghan Drrns said...

I got mad at a lady at a play the other day 'cause she narrated most of the first act to her half-asleep husband and then gave the stinkeye to a preteen kid who had the gall to try to get by her during the intermission. She even hissed, "YOU COULD GO THE OTEHR WAY" after him. Yeah, well, you could be less of a horrible troll. OR COULD YOU??

joshcon80 said...