1 month ago
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Last night we were at a hockey game and I was looking forward to the violence (i never want anyone permanently injured) and mayhem that generally come along with hockey.
I noticed at one point that my drink had fallen over and was slowly encroaching on the gentleman 2 seats down. I let him know my drink was headed his was and said I was sorry. His response was "it's touching me." I said again that was sorry and realized the rest of the row we were in was empty and I was going to make a recommendation he move down until I could get it cleaned up and he interrupted me to tell me the drink was now migrating south to the row below us. I AGAIN said I was sorry and I saw there was roughly 1 1/2 minutes left in the period. I stated then that I would go at the end of the period and either find towels myself or get someone to clean it up.
As a side note in hockey it's basically a sin to move during the period. The ushers don't even allow people to go to their seats from the concourse while the team is playing, they must wait for a stoppage in play.
My assessment of the situation at this point is: the drink fell over, got close to a gentleman two seats over, contrary to his statement (it's touching me", it hasn't touched him and is not in danger of touching him, because it's draining down to the row in front of us (where no one is in danger either). There's a minute left and I have said I would get the situation taken care during the break and have apologized THREE times.
He's getting really agitated, abnormally so, and I say again I will go in what's now 45 secs and I'm sorry. He says (i am 99% sure, it was a hockey game, they're loud) "I don't believe you."
WTF?! I don't believe you? really? are you kidding me?! A - it's a hockey game, not the opera, he had sneakers on, B- IT DIDN'T actually touch him, C- he could have moved 20 feet away without a problem, D - there's maybe 45 secs left on the clock which translates to perhaps a minute at which point I said I get the cleanup done, E - our seats are 4 rows from the ice, meaning a hell of a long way from the top of the stairs, F - cardinal sin of hockey is getting up during the action and finally G- I said I was sorry FOUR times!!! You don't believe me? JACK ASS
He gets increasingly more agitated and gets up, says something under his breath and leaves. The period ends maybe 30 sec later. My husband goes up to do the Clean up on aisle 3 routine, come to find out the JACK ASS had already complained about it. A nice man comes down and cleans up the drink, I thank him and apologize profusely.
Jackass doesn't come back for the 2 period, I figured he had left to clean his shoes because he was so upset. He shows back up for the 3rd period and INSPECTS the clean up work. INSPECTS IT!!! States there is still some drink there that needs to be cleaned up!!? It's now like an hour later, anything that was there has long since dried. I glance at him and give him a look that clearly says "give me a friggin break."
Okay, perhaps I should have jumped up immediately and screamed for a medic to get down there and clean it up. Or sprinted up the stairs from the land of near ice to the land of far the f away from the ice and demanded zorro come out of the wood work and hop to it, all while committing the cardinal sign of moving during play action. Or maybe I should have taken off my shirt and mopped it up in just my bra. Don't get me wrong someone has a heart attack, gets hit with a puck, there's a fight, or someone has a seizure, I'm not waiting for a stop in play action. But.... this.... was.... a..... spilt.....drink..
Phases of the evening: "it's touching me," and "I don't believe you." Courtesy of Jackass. HIT HIM harder - Courtesy of me.
I noticed at one point that my drink had fallen over and was slowly encroaching on the gentleman 2 seats down. I let him know my drink was headed his was and said I was sorry. His response was "it's touching me." I said again that was sorry and realized the rest of the row we were in was empty and I was going to make a recommendation he move down until I could get it cleaned up and he interrupted me to tell me the drink was now migrating south to the row below us. I AGAIN said I was sorry and I saw there was roughly 1 1/2 minutes left in the period. I stated then that I would go at the end of the period and either find towels myself or get someone to clean it up.
As a side note in hockey it's basically a sin to move during the period. The ushers don't even allow people to go to their seats from the concourse while the team is playing, they must wait for a stoppage in play.
My assessment of the situation at this point is: the drink fell over, got close to a gentleman two seats over, contrary to his statement (it's touching me", it hasn't touched him and is not in danger of touching him, because it's draining down to the row in front of us (where no one is in danger either). There's a minute left and I have said I would get the situation taken care during the break and have apologized THREE times.
He's getting really agitated, abnormally so, and I say again I will go in what's now 45 secs and I'm sorry. He says (i am 99% sure, it was a hockey game, they're loud) "I don't believe you."
WTF?! I don't believe you? really? are you kidding me?! A - it's a hockey game, not the opera, he had sneakers on, B- IT DIDN'T actually touch him, C- he could have moved 20 feet away without a problem, D - there's maybe 45 secs left on the clock which translates to perhaps a minute at which point I said I get the cleanup done, E - our seats are 4 rows from the ice, meaning a hell of a long way from the top of the stairs, F - cardinal sin of hockey is getting up during the action and finally G- I said I was sorry FOUR times!!! You don't believe me? JACK ASS
He gets increasingly more agitated and gets up, says something under his breath and leaves. The period ends maybe 30 sec later. My husband goes up to do the Clean up on aisle 3 routine, come to find out the JACK ASS had already complained about it. A nice man comes down and cleans up the drink, I thank him and apologize profusely.
Jackass doesn't come back for the 2 period, I figured he had left to clean his shoes because he was so upset. He shows back up for the 3rd period and INSPECTS the clean up work. INSPECTS IT!!! States there is still some drink there that needs to be cleaned up!!? It's now like an hour later, anything that was there has long since dried. I glance at him and give him a look that clearly says "give me a friggin break."
Okay, perhaps I should have jumped up immediately and screamed for a medic to get down there and clean it up. Or sprinted up the stairs from the land of near ice to the land of far the f away from the ice and demanded zorro come out of the wood work and hop to it, all while committing the cardinal sign of moving during play action. Or maybe I should have taken off my shirt and mopped it up in just my bra. Don't get me wrong someone has a heart attack, gets hit with a puck, there's a fight, or someone has a seizure, I'm not waiting for a stop in play action. But.... this.... was.... a..... spilt.....drink..
Phases of the evening: "it's touching me," and "I don't believe you." Courtesy of Jackass. HIT HIM harder - Courtesy of me.
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