My hand-basket will have thrusters!! in QUOTIDIEN

My daughter, who is in eighth grade concert choir, had to perform last night. It was worth 250 points on her grade. Not going meant she would fail. This applied to all four choirs that performed. After dropping my daughter off ONE HOUR before concert time, I decided to stick with my Rock Star parking spot, find a comfortable place in the bleachers, and wait it out.

First group is in place. They are young and still do not trust their voices (7th grade) but overall, they're not bad. About 1/3 of the way through the third of what should have been 4 songs, we hear a miserable 'oooooooh', and a young man in the back row projectile vomits into an ever-growing empty space. The evacuation of singers was complete before the kid had emptied his stomach - right down to bile.

To the credit of all the students and parents in the stands, no one laughed, though there was a definite uptick in decibel levels.

After a good 15 minutes, the janitor comes in and begins the task of cleaning up. We'll call him Johnny. That's what me and my bleacher neighbors called him. Weellll, after vacuuming up the chunks, Johnny set about with the scrubbing and disinfecting which required him to bend over his belly. Johnny Buttcrack finished up the job and after a total of thirty minutes, the concert was back on.

That's when I sat back, looked at my neighbor and said, "Does it say 'dinner and a show' on YOUR program?" The guy didn't just laugh, but he spread the word, and the ripple of giggles and outright laughter swept along the back wall and down a row or so. I could only hang my head in shame. But...was I worse than the guy that was passing around his phone, showing off Johnny Buttcrack's butt crack?

Of course, my daughter's particular choir came last - the best of them all. Excellent, proud voices, great posture, gleaming smiles - and nary a fidget. As I suspect most parents can do, I thought I could hear my daughter's beautiful voice among the many. What a night.

Meanwhile, some adjustments are likely being made to my hand-basket to hell.

Seriously though - who is the idiot who would place the bulk of a grade on this one concert, forcing sick kids, who should be in bed, to share with EVERYONE present....during virus and flu season?!