Apologies to all the nice ladies called Karen but today we met a 'Karen'.
We went to a lunchtime concert at Beverley Minster. It was the Berkshire Youth Symphony Orchestra and, if you ever get the chance, I can heartily recommend you go to see them.
DH was using his phone to record some of the music to send to a friend in South Africa who loves classical music. He wasn't the only person recording but Karen seemed to take offence to him alone. Half way through the concert she stormed up behind him and shouted (over the music) that he had ruined the concert for her because she couldn't see when he was recording. Now the layout was such that, unless you were on the first row, you wouldn't be able to see the orchestra anyway but apparently her lack of view was DH's fault. He hadn't done anything to affect her hearing of the music. After she shouted, and without giving him chance to reply, she stormed off and left the Minster. We, and people around us, burst out laughing.
The daft thing was that if she had simply told DH that she found his phone annoying because it was in her eyeline, he would have apologised and recorded from another position. Then she wouldn't have had to storm out and miss the second half of what was an incredibly good concert.
