Who's responsible?

Imagine this scene. Hundreds of eager fans, dressed in their finest, are waiting for the doors to open on Friday night, opening night for the latest offering from the prestigious West Australian Ballet. (More on the ballet itself soon.)

Ladies are wearing divine evening dresses, the men, mostly black tie.

There we were in the middle of the crowd with people close by in all directions. None of us could move more than a few centimetres as we all waited for the ushers to open the doors into the theatre.

Even though the finely dressed connoisseurs of the dramatic arts are packed in like sardines, some decide that they should shove their way towards the head of the queue. With all seats already assigned we couldn’t actually work out why they needed to jostle to get closer. I’ve been in more polite queues at the footy.

Just then, it happens. With nowhere to go and no way to avoid it, someone decided that the excitement in the air wasn’t enough. They added their own little something to the air. It was silent but it was deadly. I suppose it just shows that even posh people get gas and sometimes that gas just has to go somewhere. I just wish it wasn’t there. Of course in a crowd like that they probably realised that no one would ever be able to tell who was responsible.

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Rodney Olsen

Rodney is a husband, father, cyclist, blogger and podcaster from Perth Western Australia.

He has worked in radio at Perth's media ministry Sonshine for over 25 years and has previously worked at ministries such as Compassion Australia and Bible Society.

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4 Comments

  • hi rodney

    i kind of feel sorry for you but trust me i have been through the same experience i guess the culprit would just have to hope it isn’t a noisy one!

    it reminds me of a saying if someone is not very funny they are said to be about as funny as a f**t in an elevator and i am sure that would not be very funny either

  • Lovely. I remember that happening to us as we exited a crowded theatre on a warm, muggy evening. I looked at Grumpy and he at me and we both burst out laughing at the horror of the situation. It didn’t occur to me until later that people probably assumed it was one of us.

  • Oh my word! That cracks me up! Sorry it’s at your expense. Yes, even the rich and uppity can let it rip at the most inopportune times.

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