Not-so-hypothetical question of etiquette

[mayhap]

What is the most appropriate course of action to take when you're at a movie with your dad and you experience a sudden sharp pain in your left eye because some motherfucker threw a lemon Sour Patch Kid that somehow hit you dead in the eye?

I mean, there's what I actually did, which is rub my eye until it stopped hurting quite so much, and there's what I wanted to do, which was set the theatre on fire, but somehow neither of these seems quite appropriate. Please advise.



Other than that, though, it was a nice day. The clouds kept the evil sun away, I went out with my parents to the spring festival thing downtown, had the best spinach and artichoke pizza ever, bought a pair of cool bead earrings and an old brass alarm clock and some other fun stuff, watched Frank and Jesse James rob the bank for like the five hundredth time, ate my mom's orgasmic homemade doughnuts, wrote some stuff, et cetera. But the Sour Patch Kid kind of, you know, soured things.

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[ambersarchives.livejournal.com]

Hiss "Watch it, asshat!" And if the guy did it again to be...well, an asshat, then you kick his chair until he either dumps his drink on you (at which point your father would have been honor bound to beat the crap out of the idiot) or he runs out of stuff to throw at you. And then at the end of the movie, dump what is left of your drink on him (it should be nice and cold with all the ice melting in it) and possibly kick him in the shin.

Then again, I'm a vindictive bitch. :-)

[mayhap]

The freaky part was that no one was actually sitting right in front of us because we nabbed those seats at the bottom of the stadium part of the theatre where you can put your feet up on the little metal railing. Of course, I could have vaulted over the railing to search everyone who was sitting in front and then proceed to beating the crap out of the Sour Patch Kid, but alas.