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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[coercedbynutmeg.livejournal.com]

If you saw whose it was, you should have attacked. I was in the Liberty theater years and years ago and some boys with a laser pen started pointing it at the screen. I hopped over the rail to snatch it from behind (they were on the back floor row, holding it up above their head instead of surreptitiously aiming from their laps, so I could have easily yoinked it), but an usher ran in and scared them. Cursed usher.

[mayhap]

Yeah, I totally didn't, which really made retaliation logistically difficult. It could have been any of the seven kids who were sitting in front of me, although frisking them for Sour Patch Kids would have presumably narrowed my suspects down.

I think more ushers would be a good thing.