Pance Pet Peeve o’ the Day =
Going to see a band who plays a phenomenal set or two, ends on high note, saunters off stage and stands VISIBLY in the wings waiting for what has now become expected and, well, staged – the [surprisesurprise] ENCORE! They like us! They really, really like us! Shock. Awe.
Actually, I liked you way more until this scripted routine. Now I’m leaving to beat the rush for cabs.