Get out of my bubble

I went to a local baseball game tonight with my husband and father-in-law.  The weather was perfect, but the stadium was relatively empty.  I'm assuming that was because it's a holiday weekend.  We had great seats; just four rows down from the concourse, giving me an awesome vantage point for people watching.

I was amazed by how many people just sit wherever they want, not necessarily where their ticket says their seat is.  I saw one rather large group (4 adults and a few kids) be escorted from the wrong seats three different times.  Three!  Just sit in your own seat.  Quit deciding where you are going to sit, or actually pay for tickets for those seats.

Then there the people who, despite a large sign saying "alcohol free section", tried to sit there with glasses of beer.  What a job for the stadium staff, escorting people who can't read from their seats all night.  Just open your eyes.  And really, if you're at the game as a family, with your toddler children, do you need to be sitting there drinking?

But who stole the spotlight?  The middle-aged couple sitting directly in front of my husband and me. They were both gray-haired and a bit hippie-ish in their dress.  She seemed to think she was on her living room couch as she slouched in her seat, legs out in the aisle and her arm draped across the back of her seat, as she sat in a rather twisted position.

Now the problem with her draping her arm over the seat was that it then rested on my leg.  And she left it there!  Could she not feel my skin?  The killer was that it happened more than once.  I bounced my leg.  I shifted in my seat.  I talked loudly.  All to no avail.  Then my husband noticed.  His look can only be described as a mix of shock and disgust.   It was all so comical.

When we could take it no more, we decided it was time for a funnel cake.  This time, the husband had his arm hanging backwards, right in my husband's seating area.  We wanted to take our trash with us, so my husband tried to remove his cup from his cup holder.  Well, the guy's arm was blocking it.  He actually got stupid worked up when his arm was touched by the cup.  Seriously, dude?  Keep your body in your own allotted space.

So, we moved to the other side of my father-in-law when we returned, into seats that were empty, but still not our seats.  I guess I'm as guilty as the rest.  And I still don't know who won.