The Jerk In Life

A friend invited me to see what was described as "ninja theatre" at the foremost venue in my neighborhood. I had long hoped to see something in that theatre, and the aforementioned sounded very promising. It was just as described, and there was very little to complain about from either the material or the edifice. It was very well worth the act of attending an improv class in a relatively dressy outfit, I'd say.

It was not quite perfect, regrettably. There was a rather boarish guy seated behind us in the theatre, and he just would not let up. Prior to the "ninja theatre", there was another performance by a sort of vocal specialist. He did a lot of beat-boxing and juggling, among other things. He was pretty good, but he labored under the hindrance of this guy's persistent, unwelcome verbal contributions. It diminished things a bit.

That was it for the first half of the show, and there was an intermission. Most people vacated the auditorium, though my friend and I remained to chat. The intermission drew to a close, and people trickled back in. The jerk was regrettably among them, clutching multiple beers. I thought that could not possibly bode well, and he kept up his routine. I suppose I can consider it a fortunate thing that he did not escalate it.

I and others turned to look at the source of the outbursts, but no one went any further outside of the beat-boxing performer, who was diverted from his efforts by the need to try and put this guy in his place. I don't know that more could have been done without doing even more harm to the experience. Even the management might not have been any more helpful had they acted, which they didn't. The evening was fun, anyway.