At the Rock Show

Sound pours from the speakers, passionate and full and bright, while the impossibly young audience mostly talk to each other over the music. 

I've parked myself in front of a pole, as usual, in an attempt to avoid blocking somebody shorter than me's view. As the song starts to really cook, though, the only guy taller than me, literally the only one, hunches his shoulders and shambles directly into my line of sight, eclipsing the stage with his enormous head.

Finally I tap him on the shoulder, "Sorry, man, but you are the one person who I can't see past."