During the quietest song of the night, a group beside us decided it was the perfect time to discuss parking, nachos, an ex-boyfriend, and whether someone’s cousin was still coming. The artist was whisper-singing heartbreak. They were workshopping logistics like they were trapped in a conference room.
There is always one group holding a podcast during the sad song.
This happened beside me last week. I wanted to join the breakup just to end it.