Arts I Owe the Seattle Rep $2.50
A couple of issues ago, I wrote this column about small crimes in and around theaters, which contained this passage:
In keeping with the petty-theft theme, I attended the opening of 9 Parts of Desire at the Seattle Rep and, unable to find any outlaws associated with the production, swiped a cookie from the concession table. The play, based on interviews with Iraqi women, is excellent as documentary, but so-so as drama. The set, with its tiled walls and crumbling concrete, is impressive. The cookie, full of chocolate chips, was pleasantly moist.
This morning, in my mailbox, I found this: