What he really needs is his brain charged.

I get it. When my cell phone's battery life dips down anywhere below 30 percent, I start getting extremely panicky. I'm not always "my best me" in those anxiety-ridden moments, and I've done some things I'm not proud of. I'll spare you all the details, but I'll admit that, in my search for available power outlets, I have been pulled from beneath diner booths by a belligerent waiter or two. (Apparently you can't use sockets in other people's booths even if they're leaving them totally unused and wasted.)

Bearing all that in mind, I still feel like I have the right to point and laugh at this guy who climbed up onto the stage just before a recent performance of the Broadway play Hand to God. It's not the amazing display of rudeness. I actually kind of respect that. Even more so after hearing that he indignantly asked the ushers, “Well, where can I charge it?” after they handed his phone back to him.


No, the truly laughable aspect of this story is that this dumbass thought the prop power outlet built into the set wall was actually wired for electricity. Doesn't he know how much it would cost to pull in a representative from New York City's International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers Local Union No. 3 to work alongside the non-union set and scenery construction teams who are under contract with that specific theater? Come on, man, think!

Sources: garruba1 | Ars Technica