I guess I need to address something that I never thought I had to address but after a Saturday night audience members bizarre behaviour I guess I should address it. Simply put, Hell in a Handbag Productions is a theater company that puts on plays, not a gathering of drinking buddies in some dark bar. Of course, some of our patrons have been coming to our shows so often that they seem like old pals, and indeed some of them are, but there is a very small percentage that seem to think that because we are silly- very silly sometimes, that they can talk back to us onstage, talk about us while we’re onstage, wave at us while we’re ‘acting’, and/or get up when they feel like to smoke a cigarette and then engage in conversation while we’re outside waiting for our cues.

This all happened Saturday night during our sold-out show. A woman whom I will refer to as ‘Idiot’ decided that since she knew a friend of mine, that we were bosom buddies and it was okay for her to act like an asshole because, hey, I’m dressed like Suzanne Pleshette pretending like fake birds are attacking me. ‘Idiot’ thought that since we were a campy and ‘wild and crazy’ theater company, that she had permission to be ‘wild and crazy’ and not adhere to standard courteous theater audience manners. Well, ‘Idiot’-you’re wrong.

When you come see a Handbag show, that’s just what it is, a show. Put on by us, not you.  We’re the funny ones, at our shows, not you. If you want people to notice you, post a video of yourself on Youtube doing something stupid in your underwear or produce your own damn show. You may laugh at our shows… even inappropriate laughter is acceptable, but for God’s sake, stop trying to be the one I notice, because if I notice you that way I will hate you forever.

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