Anyway, I took a friend of mine, and it was a standing room only kind of gig, and we were standing there - about 8 rows of people back from the stage, which was cool. Then this really tall guy stepped between me and Liz. So me and the 3 other people between me and the tall guy shifted to the left so we could still see. (I would digress here about why do the tall people go in front, but my SO is 6'4" and we always went up front, so I guess that's karma or whatever.)
Well, it quickly became apparent to me that I was totally hemmed in. There was a fuzzy head right in front of me, and someone poking me in the back every time either one of us moved. Fuzzy head had no where to go, I could see that. And the back person turned out to be a couple. A young guy who was "protecting" his wife, by shoving her into my back. Nice.
So I have two systems, that kind of overlap, for dealing with this kind of thing. There's glance, comment, argue and polite, nasty, manager. Both of them are about starting with the assumption that you're dealing with reasonable people and that they will be smart enough to pick up on your more subtle hints. So I started just glancing over my shoulder like - hey! Do you see me here? Nothing.
Then mr. chivalry tells me that I'm bumping into his wife (who he is holding stationary). And I explain to him about tall guy, and how everybody shifted, and how that's what you do in a crowd - you adjust. And he says, that's what needs to happen here (obviously meaning that I should move) and I say, exactly (meaning get the fuck off me, asshole!). And his poor wife makes a "let's not fight" noise and I decide to let it go - as much as I can. Because I am still squished between this guy's wife and fuzzy head, with nowhere to go in either direction.
So I take a deep breath, dig in my heels, and take up as much goddamn space as I can. And I focus on the show, and I try to feel sorry for mr. & mrs. chivalry. And I think about how crowds move, and how life moves, and how trying to stay stationary often leaves you fighting battles and making yourself and other people miserable for no good reason.
'm out.