It's that time again. Time to link up with Mamarazzi and Glamazon and confess!
I had a hard time controlling my anger and frustration at the people sitting behind us at the Rockets game Wednesday night. They were extremely inebriated, and even more extremely obnoxious. The girl even hit my husband on the head with a "thunder stick" on purpose and began scooting forward to scream on purpose right close to our ears because she was "cheering on her team." She didn't even know when the Rockets had the ball! Not to mention the language coming out of their mouths. It would have made a sailor blush! Whatever bad words you can imagine, and I mean all of them, were flying.
My husband wouldn't tell the usher because he was sure they would end up in jail. I didn't have a problem with that, but he didn't want to be the one who got them thrown in jail (even though it was their own fault). Everyone within a ten seat radius was frustrated with them, but since we were right in front of them, they gave us a hard time. And I had been enjoying myself so much until they started their mess.
That's all. Boy, it feels good to get that off my chest.