I was at a Jake Shimabukuro ukelele concert this evening. While he performed, with passion and brilliance, this guy in front of me to my left started futzing with a bag of candy.
#1. WHY do they sell bags of candy at music events? Will people die of hunger not eating for an hour-and-a-half?
#2. Couldn't the guy have at least waited for a loud part before crinkling the wrapping?
I am surmising that he must have been eating a Milk Dud, or a malt ball ... something r o u n d. Because even worse than the sound of scrunching cellophane, the guy dropped a piece of candy in front of his seat. As we were in the orchestra, where the floor tilts towards the stage, the candy rolled and rolled until it stopped just below the footlights.
It was excruciating on so many fronts.