We'd start laughing all over again. I finally decided I had to be the adult here (ironic) and said, "You're going to get us thrown out! Stop that!"
She leaned over and whispered, "That's because I'm an instigator."
Which got us laughing again! We managed to enjoy the concert, and eventually calmed down, but we were getting mean looks from the teacher. We thought we were in trouble, until she came up to us and said, very quietly, "If you don't tell me what you were laughing at, I'm going to fuss at you."
The elderly lady behind me was staring at the jacket with a puzzled expression. She leaned over to her husband, speaking in what she probably considered a confidential tone. "Why do you suppose he's standing in line if he's wearing a Panera jacket? Surely if he works here, he doesn't have to stand in line."
I couldn't let the poor old girl suffer under that misconception, could I? No. I had to set it right.
I turned around, smiling pleasantly at her. (So I was eavesdropping, so what!) "It doesn't say Panera," I explained patiently. "It says Pantera. There's a 'T' in the middle, see?"
They both squinted at the jacket as we took a couple small steps forward.
"Oh," she said with a grin. "So it does! Well, what's that? I've never heard of that. Have you heard of that?" She asked her husband.
"It's a band," I explained, feeling like I was conversing with Miss Emily Lotilla.
"Oh, what kind of music do they play?"
"Metal. Very hard rock, loud, lots of screaming."
"Well, fancy you knowing something like that," she looked very impressed.
"I have teenagers," I told her with a smile.
I didn't tell the old girl I had a CD in my car with a couple of Pantera songs on it that I'd been listening to on the way over. I probably would have given her an aneurysm.