Two patrons of last night's show, while watching me clean up the coffee another woman spilled in the first row/ border of stage with my gigantic roll of paper towels that I keep at my ASM station (actually for my nose bleeds, but sure, let's go with being prepared) right before the show started:
Older lady 1 (to Older lady 2): She's so fast and thorough! And she didn't make that lady feel bad about it! She must be a mother!
Older lady 2: No, not yet. She's too young!
Older lady 1: Then she's a big sister. She's so good at cleaning up messes! She clearly deals with little kids (To me): Are you a mother?
Me: No, but I'm a stage manager. Sometimes it's kind of the same thing.
Older lady 1: Then she's a big sister. She's so good at cleaning up messes! She clearly deals with little kids (To me): Are you a mother?
Me: No, but I'm a stage manager. Sometimes it's kind of the same thing.
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