Obeast encounters a theatre step Last night, I went to a play and sat on an aisle in the balcony's last row. As is typical in a balcony, you walk down steps to get to your row. These were nice, wide carpeted steps, but with a catch... no handrails.  This posed a problem for a hammy who entered. Oh the whining! Standing right next to me, she bleated "why are there no handrails??! Mah knee! Sigh...." and to her friend she said, "Can I lean on you so I can get down this step?" Friend obliged. She huffed, she puffed, but she made it! I feared hammy's sheer weight could crush her friend and send the people in front of them down like dominoes. I feared they could also fall on me. ONE STEP. One step without a railing. That's all this ham had to do.  Then an elderly couple entered, and the man had a cane. Do you think he whined? Heck no. His wife chucked a soft "Oh dear," probably referring to the lack of hand rails. They were down in front and had a ways to go. He slipped a little on the first step, and his cane landed about an inch from my foot. He apologized, wanting to make sure I was alright. I assured him he didn't even touch my foot. I asked him if he was okay. The difference between Hammy's and Elderly Gentleman's behavior was amazing. Hams have to turn everything into a huge production, and make everything all about them.