Otherwise known as: I pit the psycho woman at the Elementary School Musical.
Last night, my family and I went down to the local elementary school to attend their winter holiday festival. You know the kind, a combination PTA meeting/get-together/kiddie song and dance, to let everyone have a little fun watching the tykes sing off-key or recite watered-down descriptions of Wintertime Religious Beliefs of The World™, all while dealing with a cobbled-together PA system that was probably left over from the Eisenhower years.
Anyway, after the opening ceremonies, the first act was a little sing-along from the Kingergarden students, who sang “Up on the Housetop” and “Shiny Little Candles.” Nothing too challenging – they just belted out one or two verses from each song, while making little hand gestures. One kid must’ve gotten overwhelmed by the lights or something, because he was only singing half-heartedly, didn’t make the hand gestures, and at one point had picked up a copy of the program from the ground and was reading it while on stage. Y’know, cute and humorous in a TV sitcom sorta way.
But after the Kindergardeners got offstage, I turned to my left, and saw the most steam-faced livid woman I had ever seen – she was easily fit to be fried, and I could swear I could hear her teeth grinding down to molars.
When I raised an eyebrow and asked if something was wrong, she snarled, “That was the most disgraceful thing I’ve ever seen! Why wasn’t that boy following the rest of the class? He’s completely embarassed himself and his family and the school with that display!” On and on and on, yadda yadda yadda. Not wanting to taunt the psychotic woman any further, I simply shrugged, then resumed watching the show in silence. She was still mortified by the time I left, and I can imagine her being cross-faced over the horrors of what she’d seen all night long.
Since this is the BBQ Pit, I’ll just say, geez, lady, get a grip. It’s a Kindergarden class, what were you expecting? It’s a minor miracle to get 30 or 40 five-year-olds to even do anything coordinated for more than three minutes! It’s not like you paid $500 for season tickets or anything, just let the kids have their fun and clap, willya?
Sheesh. If I wasn’t a good-natured gentleman in public, I’d be tempted to pimp-smack her for hysterical over-reacting. As it is, I pity the poor kid who has her for a role-model…