I've actually got a non-alcohol-related one here. My Southern Gospel group would occasionlly play nursing homes. Sort of our way of giving back, and we enjoyed doing it most of the time. But one Saturday night we were playing at a smallish place I had never been before. Typically, they scheduled us, put us on the activity calender in the lobby and announced us over the intercom so everyone who wanted to hear us would be able to come. Typically, many are in wheelchairs and some need to be wheeled into the performance area by a CNA. In other words, if you didn't want to be there, you could be somewhere else.
On this particular night we had a heckler. At first we all just ignored him but this old feller was determined. He kept getting louder and more obnoxious and I could see that those around him were fed up. And embarassed. We started talking among ourselves in between songs but the prevailing opinion was "we don't dare say anything." One more song and I decided enough is enough. I looked the guy right in the eye and started talking before anyone else could cut me off. I said "Sir, it's obvious you are not enjoying what we're doing out here but the rest of these people are. I'd suggest you go back to your room and stop ruining this for everybody else." And I looked at him in a way thay conveyed the idea that I might personally be available to escort him out. I could tell everyone behind me was majorly uncomfortable but I could also see relief on the faces of some of the ladies close to him. I'm sure he was known for doing stuff like this. Almost immediately a couple of CNA's showed up and "offered" to wheel him out of there.
The rest of the program was a joy.
On this particular night we had a heckler. At first we all just ignored him but this old feller was determined. He kept getting louder and more obnoxious and I could see that those around him were fed up. And embarassed. We started talking among ourselves in between songs but the prevailing opinion was "we don't dare say anything." One more song and I decided enough is enough. I looked the guy right in the eye and started talking before anyone else could cut me off. I said "Sir, it's obvious you are not enjoying what we're doing out here but the rest of these people are. I'd suggest you go back to your room and stop ruining this for everybody else." And I looked at him in a way thay conveyed the idea that I might personally be available to escort him out. I could tell everyone behind me was majorly uncomfortable but I could also see relief on the faces of some of the ladies close to him. I'm sure he was known for doing stuff like this. Almost immediately a couple of CNA's showed up and "offered" to wheel him out of there.
The rest of the program was a joy.
