Good, a thread about match day stewards, gives me a chance to recount my story from the piggery many years ago. Not she greatest of games, 6-2 defeat, and my seats in row 2. Five minutes before half time, the stewards appear in front of us and we can't see the game. Bit of verbal from the bears and the stewards sit down to let us see. Along comes the arogant supervisor and instructs the stewards to stand up and, again, we can't see the game. Guy from a couple of rows behind us approaches the supervisor, ostensibly to have a chat about the matter, and gobs right in his face. Not the nicest thing in the world to do, or have done to you, but if anyone deserved it, it was this ignorant areshole.