Last night we attended a chamber orchestra concert in a local temple. We were seated in the first row, very close to the musicians. On one side of us was an older male couple, one wearing a Norwegian-style sweater. Mr. Guy was wearing this Dale sweater I made for him a few years ago.
During the concert, the Norwegian sweater man started humming. Loudly. Not being a mild-mannered Minnesotan who would say nothing but then go home and complain, Mr. Guy asked him to stop. Now, Guy is quite a bit older than I am, and this man must have been in his 70’s. He looked at Guy and hummed a little more before stopping. Then, during a beautiful interchange between only a violin and cello he started humming again. Guy kicked his foot. Do NOT mess with Mr. Guy’s enjoyment of Corelli! The man looked really mad. I was glad I had seen a Minneapolis cop in the foyer, because I was afraid it would deteriorate into one of the infamous old guy chamber music brawls.
On the drive home, someone was tailgating us, and we were joking that it was the couple from the concert. “He’s coming to put a beat down on you.” “Let him try. I’ll kick his machine made sweater wearin’ butt.” I’m glad I wasn’t driving, I was laughing so hard. Gotta love a man who values his hand knits!