Overheard at Angus: Volume VI.
It’s been a while since I’ve taken you all on a trip to Angus to hear what’s being gossiped over lunch or pre-theater din-din.
The last time I was having my usual burger, my dining partner and I heard this little gem of a conversation being bandied about over a couple of brandies. Knowing (as you do) my affinity for focus groups and research, I think you’ll see why I felt I had to pass it on to all of you.
Brandy Drinker #1: I just did a focus group for one of my shows. Learned some great stuff.
Brandy Drinker #2: I just did one, too.
Brandy Drinker #1: Oh yeah? Which company did you use to run them?
Brandy Drinker #2: I did them myself.
Brandy Drinker #1: You what? How’d you do that?
Brandy Drinker #2: Simple. I have a 15-year-old daughter. I took her and ten of her 15-year-old friends out to dinner. I told them about the show that I was doing, and then I asked, “Would you stamp your feet until your parents took you to see it?”
Brandy Drinker #1: What did they say?
Brandy Drinker #2: They said they wouldn’t stamp their feet.
Brandy Drinker #1: Oh. That’s too bad.
Brandy Drinker #2: Not really. They said they would tell their parents that they hated them unless they got them tickets.
Brandy Drinker #1: Next round is on you.