My girlfriend and I went to a play at my school (U Chicago) a few weeks ago. When we were finished watching it, the only word we could think of saying was "theatre" (say thea-tray). The play was one of those masterworks of modern art, you know, when at the end, you're wondering just what happened. But, of course, there were people around who were saying it was a profound view into the inner depravity of man, or whatever. All the while, they were flailing their arms and speaking in a faux-Brit accent a little bit, with gigantic facial expressions and general over-the-topedness. I don't hate these people at all. I just get a chuckle out of them. Does anyone else have a similar experience?