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A little bit of background to set up my first story. 
The theater I work at is an outdoor theater, that runs the same show every summer. There's a fairly large stage area, and side stages with rotating set pieces that move throughout the show. There are also entrances on SL and SR for people who need to get to these side stages.
It's opening night.
Here we go:
L: our SR stage manager
J: our technical director
V: general manager
COG: crazy old guy
So I'm doing a change and I notice L talking to J. She's laughing in a kind of awkward way, and I catch the phrase "He won't leave". Curiosity peaks, and I listen in. Apparently, some old man has gotten up from his seat and is STANDING on the side stage watching the show. L went out to talk to him, and it went something like this:
L: Sir, could you please go back to your seat? You can't stand here.
COG: That seat is hurting my butt! I want to stand and watch the show.
L: Well, could you please go to the back of the house, or even an aisle, to stand and watch the show?
COG: NO! I'm going to stand right here! I've seen the show before! I know no one comes out through here! I'm not in the way!!
L, defeated, comes backstage to fetch J. At the same time, house management was fetching our house manager and V, our GM. The next thing I know, here comes V, with COG (and wife) in tow, BACKSTAGE.
COG: I just don't want to sit there anymore, that seat hurts my butt!
V: Oh, yeah, I know how that goes. I've watched the show before, and by the end of intermission you're ready to go home.
COG: Yeah! That seat hurts my butt!
V: Well, let's see what we can do, if you'll follow me, sir...
They go around and up some stairs that lead back into the front of house (where the gift shop is, etc). End of story? Nope.
Apparently COG has Alzheimer's. At some point while they were in front of house, COG hauled off and DECKED OUR HOUSE MANAGER. He had to be restrained by a police officer until and ambulance could be called.
Now here's my feeling. Not to say that Alzheimer's patients shouldn't be allowed out to have a relaxing night off, but this show uses lots of guns and pyrotechnics, including, at the end of act 1, a det-cord detonation. High explosives. In what world does it seem like a good idea to bring your husband into an environment that might trigger some kind of war flashback?
The theater I work at is an outdoor theater, that runs the same show every summer. There's a fairly large stage area, and side stages with rotating set pieces that move throughout the show. There are also entrances on SL and SR for people who need to get to these side stages.
It's opening night.
Here we go:
L: our SR stage manager
J: our technical director
V: general manager
COG: crazy old guy
So I'm doing a change and I notice L talking to J. She's laughing in a kind of awkward way, and I catch the phrase "He won't leave". Curiosity peaks, and I listen in. Apparently, some old man has gotten up from his seat and is STANDING on the side stage watching the show. L went out to talk to him, and it went something like this:
L: Sir, could you please go back to your seat? You can't stand here.
COG: That seat is hurting my butt! I want to stand and watch the show.
L: Well, could you please go to the back of the house, or even an aisle, to stand and watch the show?
COG: NO! I'm going to stand right here! I've seen the show before! I know no one comes out through here! I'm not in the way!!
L, defeated, comes backstage to fetch J. At the same time, house management was fetching our house manager and V, our GM. The next thing I know, here comes V, with COG (and wife) in tow, BACKSTAGE.
COG: I just don't want to sit there anymore, that seat hurts my butt!
V: Oh, yeah, I know how that goes. I've watched the show before, and by the end of intermission you're ready to go home.
COG: Yeah! That seat hurts my butt!
V: Well, let's see what we can do, if you'll follow me, sir...
They go around and up some stairs that lead back into the front of house (where the gift shop is, etc). End of story? Nope.
Apparently COG has Alzheimer's. At some point while they were in front of house, COG hauled off and DECKED OUR HOUSE MANAGER. He had to be restrained by a police officer until and ambulance could be called.
Now here's my feeling. Not to say that Alzheimer's patients shouldn't be allowed out to have a relaxing night off, but this show uses lots of guns and pyrotechnics, including, at the end of act 1, a det-cord detonation. High explosives. In what world does it seem like a good idea to bring your husband into an environment that might trigger some kind of war flashback?
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