Tuesday, September 29, 2009

A letter to concert-goers

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


Sunny said...

It was probably me. Sorry. I didn't know you liked The Killers too. Small world.

Melissa said...

Wow! How sad for them. It makes me feel grateful for the good choices we've made in our lives. What a learning experience for your son, too. While I'm sorry you guys had to go through that, I'll bet it's a memory he won't soon forget. Good teaching moment.

Monica said...

That is truly sad! Sad that you and your son had to deal with that and what sad "women". Sounds like you handled it with total class and what a very insightful young man you have for a son!! Sorry you had to deal with that!

Angela said...

What was the concert? You never said. Was it the killers? I would have just yelled louder than they did. I love to screm and sing along at any concert.

Soozcat said...

It is a sad truth that the world is full of boors. Sorry you had to be seated so close to five of them... and hoping you will contact security next time. I'm sure more than a few people would have cheered had they been firmly escorted from the premises.