Susuto

I work at a jazzclub and at the beginning of a very heartfelt solo during a concert with some pretty up-there, awesome musicians, a cellphone rang in the audience.

The owner (a woman) instantly picked up…and commenced having a conversation in a normal tone of voice. The musicians gave each other puzzled looks and eyed her….nothing. I quickly made my way there and whispered her in a very stern voice that she would have to end that right now or leave. She looked at me like I had just asked her to undress and kept on talking.

Grabbing her arm and gently guiding her the fuck outta the concert hall (just the way your mom used to do when you were five) did the trick, but I was still completely amazed afterwards.