From Evan Sultanik

You've got to see the fingers!

My girlfriend and I attended a performance of the Philadelphia Orchestra last night at the Kimmel Center. The concert was lovely, but the company was not. Let me elaborate: my girlfriend sat to my left, to the left of her sat a young gentleman, to the left of whom sat a lady. All was well and good until, five minutes into the first performance, the gentleman peeled open the velcro flap of his laptop bag and produced a pair of binoculars. He immediately offered them to the lady to his left, who reluctantly accepted. He placed the strap over her head. About ten minutes later, having been returned his binoculars, he offered them to my girlfriend who kindly refused. Five minutes later, he leans over my girlfriend, taps me on the shoulder, and offers the binoculars to me. I just give him a really nasty stare, something at which I’m told I excel. One of my pet peeves is being distracted in any way during a performance. Later on, Stephen Hough performed as a solo pianist. Once again, we were offered the binoculars. This time, however, we were told, “You’ve gotta see the fingers!” The offer was to no avail.

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