In The Reredorter at Abravanel Hall

We had the chance to attend the Utah Symphony performance last night.  It was Rachmaninoff and it was wonderful.  Prior to the performance I was in need of using the facility.  Walking in I approached the area dedicated to the males of our species to relieve renal byproduct.  As you can imagine there were already others participating in that delicate activity.  As I passed behind one man he was proudly, I assume proudly because he did not appear shy in the least, discharging methanic pressure in a loud, unabashed manner.  There was no delicacy here, take my word for it.  I suppose he fancied himself challenging the big brass bass player.  Frankly, I hadn't experience such a performance in such a place in such a manner before.  I am not sure, but I think the pitch of the notes were about a D in the bass cleff.  The whole performance would have demanded an encore if there had been 12 year old Boy Scouts there.  We mature symphony goers didn't even snicker.