The Extra People

This post is about a particular subset of people who just HAVE to go the EXTRA mile to make their presence known. We know them as the EXTRA people. And it's not as if the EXTRA people seldom act extra; they do it ALL THE DAMN TIME. And we normal people, as if I fall into that category, try to avoid them at every expense, much like they have the cooties, not to get caught up in the extra-ness. I encountered an EXTRA person last night at the Maxwell concert here in NYC, which by the way was a decent show. Kudos to Maxwell, even if yo stankin ass look like Young Frankenstein with that haircut, but I digress. The extra person in question, a young lady who appeared to be in her late 20's, was undoubtedly a fan. But werent we all, hence the ticket purchase to see the concert in the first place? But she just happened to be....you guessed it.....a little EXTRA with her appreciation. She stood up, she jumped up and down, she yelled and screamed toward the stage, she sang and danced EXTRA HARD to every single last song the man sang, EVEN the unreleased songs. It's as if she looked to see what words he was forming with his mouth and tried to guess the word he would say, and sang the word she PRESUMED that would come out, often muttering garbledeegook! EXTRA.

And for those of you EXTRA persons who happen to be reading this, please observe concert etiquette at the next show you attend. You can be extra, but do it from the confines of your own gottt damn seat. I paid my fiftyleven dollars just like you did and would prefer not to hear nor see you, bastard!

And I'm gone.....but not forgotten.