The Mouse Trap

I got together with some college roommates on Saturday. We ate and drank at Billy's Bar and went to the Lyric Arts Theater to see "The Mouse Trap," a play written by Agatha Christie. Do you like mysteries? I don't. Some mysteries I can tolerate if they're not too violent and not too complicated. Red herrings (clues written into the plot that are designed to confuse you and lead you astray) really bug me. I don't like all the BS. Just tell me the story and quit yanking my chain. Before we went to the play, I looked up Mouse Trap on Wikipedia. I read all about it. I not only found out who did it but also who was a police officer pretending to be a boarder. I enjoyed the play more because of my knowledge. And if you think that is a strange thing to do, I'll tell you something even stranger. Sometimes when I read a mystery book, I start by reading the last three pages before I go to the beginning. That is just the way I am. Agatha Christie's characters are funny, annoying, and endearing. She generously gave the right to the play to one of her grandson's who is now a millionaire from all the royalties. Wikipedia said it is a tradition at the end of every showing to ask the audience not to reveal who did it. I was happy to see the tradition continued even right here in Anoka. This was a good production of a classic play.