The roommate broke a plate on my foot earlier today. No, not on purpose… he knocked a plate off the counter and it bounced off the cupboard and broke on my foot. Minor injury, didn’t realize it broke the skin for a few minutes – looked down and saw it was bleeding. Stings a little bit if I move my foot the wrong way, but it’s definitely nothing even vaguely serious. It just amuses me to say my roomie broke a plate on my foot.
I had a crusty patron tonight demand why she wasn’t being let into the theatre immediately (upon arriving late.) I had previously explained to her that we have to wait for a break in the performance before people can go in. She didn’t seem to get that, so I explained it again and told her that it disrupts the actors and the audience to bring people in at the wrong times. If she pushed me any further with demands, I probably would have told her that it isn’t my fault that she showed up late for the performance, after all it is clearly printed on the ticket that the show begins at 8:00pm.
I’m always amused by the people who come to the show late and say “Oh, did it start on time?” in a surprised voice. Yes, it started on time. Professional shows that have been playing in the same theatre for the past four years (give or take a bit) tend run smoothly enough that they start on time. Go figure.
Had a message on the machine tonight. Must figure out what to do about it, too much to think about and I’m not yet ready to put it into words here. I need to talk things out somewhere.