In case you aren't sure...that spells Bah Humbug in text! And I send that out to the grumpy old usher at the Sottile Theater. I went to go see A Christmas Carol at the theater tonight (yes, a real theater with a stage and actors...not a movie theater). During the intermission I spotted this really sweet holiday tie. Now for those of you who don't know: I'm not a fan of holiday ties...or holiday sweaters...or holiday jewelry. I love the holidays, I just don't feel the need to wear clothes that express this love. So since I guilted Dr. Joe into not wearing his holiday tie to a party the other night (hehehe...I know), I decided to take a picture of this usher's sweet tie and send it to Matt. I thought it might make him laugh. I tried to do it from afar so the guy wouldn't even know, but the camera phone doesn't zoom in. I decided to go up and ask him if I could please take a picture of his lovely holiday tie. I should have lied and said holiday ties made someone far far away who meant so very much to me very happy...but I didn't, just asked if I could take a picture. The grump said no! Then he grumbled on about cell phones and how he didn't know where the picture would end up. I offered to block his face out...but there was no persuading him. I even used my puppy dog eyes and pouty lip...no such luck.
So off I sulked back to my friends. I was explaining what he said, with my big pouty eyes and big pouty lip...and over he walks. He then proceeds to exclaim that someone was in the theater texting: Could we believe such a thing? Yes, I would believe it but it wasn't me. I didn't touch my phone during the whole performance. He also told us about a group of teenage girls who texted and took pictures during a whole hockey game and didn't even pay attention. Well, lookie here old man! I am not a teenage girl, and if they want to pay money to go sit in a cold ice rink and text, then get over it. If they weren't taking pictures with their cell phones, they would have done it with a regular camera. So get over yourself. I didn't walk up to you while you were in your car and start going off on how old people can't drive.
He then suggested the phone companies raise the prices of texting so that we are forced to call someone instead of text. Well I can't very well call Katie from class to tell her about V-Gotti wearing bedroom slippers. I need to text. Or if I'm in a crowded place and don't want to bother everyone with my conversation: I can send a text! Or if I just need a quick question answered and dont' want to be bothered with niceties...I can text.
I wanted to walk near him texting after the play and "accidently" run into him while texting and say "Oops! I was too busy texting to see you old grumpy scrooge-Usher"...but we went out a side door so I couldn't do just a little more to upset him.