I saw you walking through a metal detector at the Depeche Mode show with your cellphone in hand. Then you yelled at an usher who had to check you when you set off all the alarms, because you can’t follow simple directions, like don’t walk through a metal detector with metal. “Is this a police state?” you barked in her face. No, it’s the 21st century where a cell phone—WHICH IS MADE OF METAL—can also Google things like the Ariana Grande concert bombing, one example of why we all have to endure these safety procedures. You should be thanking the people who make sure you have a safe, fun time at a privately owned facility. Their house, their rules. You don’t like it, listen to Gahan at home or protest to upper management, not some poor kid working a tough job. Learn to follow directions and play nice with others. That’s the policy of truth.
I Saw You is an anonymous “man on the street” column. Email your rants and raves about co-workers or any badly behaving citizens to iS*****@me*******.com, or send to 380 S. First St, San Jose, 95113. Submissions should stick to about 100 words.
