Dear 5 drunk women,
You sat behind my son and me at a concert last weekend.
You talked very loudly about the affairs you've had at work (and who was fired in the process). In detail. In front of a 12 year old boy. I tried to distract him. He was embarrassed. I was embarrassed. You should have been embarrassed. But you were drunk.
You screamed very loud before songs.....after songs.....during songs. There were many around us who yelled at you to shut up (and swearing just as much as you.) I was the woman who turned around and asked you politely if you wouldn't mind toning it down in the middle of the songs. I thanked you in advance. I tried very hard not to offend you. You returned the favor by leaning over to scream in my ear every chance you got.
You compared how many times each of you were drunk in the past week. I'm not sure you ever figured out who earned those bragging rights.
You talked about everything being so retarded. I wanted to turn around and tell you that retarded does not mean stupid. But you were drunk. You wouldn't have remembered the conversation anyway. I doubted that seeing a picture of my daughter would have made any difference.
I didn't know that I could have asked security to escort you out. Instead, my son and I left the concert early. You cheered when we stood up to move. Others kept yelling at you to shut up. I don't think you noticed them.
Later that night, over milkshakes at our favorite burger place, my son started talking about the five of you. My 12 year old son wondered why anyone would willing get so drunk before a concert and make fools of themselves. He wondered if you were so miserable in your everyday life that being drunk and so incredibly foolish would make you feel better.
You certainly made an impression on a 12 year old boy.
We hope you had a designated driver and got home safely.
We hope to never sit by you at a concert again.
Scarehaircare and Secondborn