Al, Beata and I had gotten balcony seats at the Beach House concert in Baltimore.
The right row of seats had a guard rail behind the 1st row of seats. This could be used by rows behind to awkwardly shortcut out of the row. Awkward because you would brush up against the person sitting in front of you to get in or out.
Ok, now that's out of the way. I can get to the story. So we were sitting, waiting for the band to go on. A couple in their 30s were occupying the front seats. An awkward nerd tried to maneuver to the row behind them.
He overshot something and basically fell on the guy in front of him, ass first. The guy's drink went flying. It got all over him and his lady friend.
The nerd just got up, climbed back up and sat in his seat without saying a word.
The couple was angry. And rightfully so. He maybe apologized but I couldn't tell. The couple just spent the next few minutes wiping themselves off and looking at each other. But they didn't really react like one should've. I would've been way more mad and got up into that nerd's face.
A few minutes later, the nerd's friend gets up and leaves with the spill guy.
I mentioned to Al that the spill guy was either in the bathroom crying or dead from having that giant ass topple him.
He came back after a few minutes with new, full drink. Al suspected that the friend bought his drink.
But seriously why would you want another full drink when something like that just happened to you. Drink some of it down before sitting again.
Also, spill guy was taking forever to drink his first drink. I said this to Al, "That's what he gets for taking so long to drink that drink."