Any of you who know me, know I couldn't go to a concert without having something to grumble about (apart from the seats in the Erwin Center, which are obviously designed for people 4'11" tall).
There was a small group of people sitting directly behind us. One of their number was noticing (at length) that there were empty seats below us which (I guess) had not been available when she bought her tickets. As the house lights went down, she leaned over to the person next to her and said, "Do you like my earrings? I got them in Switzerland!"
Dearly Beloved, I swear that the Devil made me do it. Without missing a beat, I leaned in to Vanessa and said, "Do you like my earrings? I got them at Walmart!"
Vanessa actually gave that a beat before she came back with a laugh, and "You're going to burn in Hell!"