AIBU to think it’s crazy to not just sell crisps in a theatre but for them to sell kettle chips (ie the MOST NOISY CRISPS EVER) and to allow them into the auditorium?
I spent the first half of the play listening to the people next to me chatting and the second act to them crunching their way through a bag of noisy crisps.
It was so distracting that I ended up musing about how Shakespeare would have got on with a packet of golden wonder, rather than concentrating on the play.
“Shall I compare thee to a packet of salt and vinegar?
Thou art so tart and seasoned”
Or perhaps he’d have written a play, “The crunching of the crisp packet”, “Maccoy” or “A Midsummers Night Snack”.
To be honest, I think the people were just inconsiderate but if the theatre didn’t sell crisps they couldn’t have bought them at least.
*in the interests of not drip feeding, I’m hearing impaired and my hearing aids magnified their crunching/rustling. We were in the “accessible” part of the theatre.