Serious old man music. I took my 13 year
old son, who loves Billy Joel.
EXPENSIVE tickets. $175 each.
I'm in a section that got released for sale,
day of concert, so it was 1/2 empty. I'm
in the perfect seat at the FU Center in
Philly.
Some large, ugly, drunk guy is dancing in the
aisle, directly in my view.
I wait until Billy Joel starts, ignoring him
during Elton John.
I get up and lean toward him.
Me: Can you please move over a foot?
(I consider this a reasonable request.)
Him: NO!
Me: (shocked, amazed, and a bit pissy):
Huh? What?
Him: You MOVE! There are plenty of seats,
sit in a different one!
Me: No!
(I am NOT giving up the perfect seat).
I'm standing about 1 foot away from him, staring
him down. Note: We were screaming to be heard above
the concert at this point. Also, I'm a LITTLE guy,
who never fought since junior high, no training.
On the other hand, he's drunk, and I'm feeling
evil, and I'm SURE I can sucker drop him.
I continue stare, a foot away, waiting for the
next move.
Him: Hey, it's a concert! People Stand!!!
Me: NO! ASSHOLES STAND!!!
I step about 18 inches back, making sure when he
swings at me he has to reach, which will throw
him off balance, Then I can slam the side of
his head as he wraps around.
More staring. He has a look of total fury, combined
with confused amazement. He is towering over me,
and has probably never heard any back talk in his life.
He seems to make a decision, and preps for a swing.
At that EXACT moment, a security guard grabs him and
throws him in his seat.
For the next 2 hours, everytime he forgets, he starts
to dance in his seat, and slowly rises. He then
remembers, does a quick look around, sees me, and
then sinks back down in his seat.
hehehehehe