I went to the last Concert on the Square this week. It was a perfect evening, and the music was lovely. But one thing amzaed me. To my left were three adults--two men and a woman--chi-chi middle-aged people. Their conversation circled around real estate, wine, the quiche they were eating, gossip, and more real estate. Blah blah blah. Whatever, right?

Except, not only did they not stop chatting when the music started, they also didn't bother to lower their voices even a little bit. Now, I know that Concerts on the Square are rather casual, and don't demand the rapt silence of a formal concert in a symphony hall. Still, the loud, non-stop blather right in my ear was a bit much.

I decided that asking them to quiet down would probably do no good whatsoever (they seemed the sort that would get huffy at the notion of having to be considerate of someone other than themselves) so instead I simply moved myself up a few feet on the grass, so that I was just in front (and the the side) of them, rather than directly next to them.

As I was settling back in, I happened to glance back in their direction. It was for barely a second, and then I was in my spot, ready to listen to the concert. From behind me I heard and incredulous and snippy voice.

"Was that a glare?" he indignantly asked his companions, and the world in general. They proceeded to make bitchy comments about their right to talk, etc., etc. I basically ignored them, but man! I never cease to be amazed at the sense of entitlement some people have.