I'm one of those people who overhears someone saying something offensive to me, and either retorts loudly and regrets it, or bites her tongue and regrets it.
So, when I was sitting in front of a young teenager at the pantomime the other night, and was chatting to her mother who was sitting next to me. Also, the girl was immaculately dressed in a smart red coat and blonde hair and generally looked like the kind of girl who wanted for nothing. Shame about the snobbish expression on her face....
Nonetheless I thought initially "How nice...she must be a really mature girl for her mother to let her sit on her own".
Hahahahah. No.
Her younger brother and her were yacking throughout the whole thing and the mother did NOTHING to reprimand them. I thought of doing so myself but I convinced myself they'd settle down after the interval. Nope....too good to be true of course.
The theatre we were in has a habit of selling flashing wands and stuff to kids to wave around in the panto. They used to be controlled by ushers telling them when it was appropriate to turn the wands on - quite impressively effective too! Nowadays none of the ushers can be bothered to explain this. So the girl and her brother insisted on laughing loudly and waving the stupid wand around throughout the whole second half.
I should have said something I know I should, but the mother had been so friendly and nice that a large part of me didn't want to reprimand her kids, because in doing so I'd obviously be insinuating she was a terrible mother and thus an awful person. Sigh.
The worst though was at the end of the show and the girl-brat turns around and says in a self-satisfied, pretentious voice "Call me critical, but I think that pantomime could have been a LOT better!".
I swear, I have never wanted to roar at someone more in my life. What made it 100x worse though was that one of my friends was in the main cast, and he's a fantastic actor, and I was about to say "Excuse me?! You want to say that again? Have a little respect for the people up there that have worked so damn hard this evening to entertain your spoilt, pampered ungrateful ass!!!" But...I didn't. I'd got as far as glaring at her and opening my mouth....the words on the tip of my tongue...but then I think the mother saw how murderously I was looking at her pwecious babaay and quickly said goodbye and chivvied her away.
I have never felt so angry with myself in my life for not sticking up for my friend when I'd had the chance- especially against such a foul, conceited child as she was.