The Pickle-Throwing Incident: (I think I've posted it here before, but I searched and searched and can't find it).
DH and I were in the back of the theater. The lights had gone down and the previews had rolled. The feature was just beginning when in came a family of about 8; I believe 3 or 4 adults and several kids, ranging in age from infant to tween. They entered the row just in front of ours and it took them awhile to get settled, what with all the car seats and such, and the fact that they were encumbered with at least one of everything the snack bar had to offer (and two of everything crunchy). So after several minutes of bustling, discussion, changing seats, etc, they settled in and started with the crunching-rattling-slurping-crackling-munching-belching noises.
Okay, whatever. I hate eating noises, but that's my issue, and even the sheer volume of food they had can't last forever. Then the toddler got loose. A cherubic child of about 2, she made the most horrific clomping noises running up and down, up and down, over and over down the row and back again. Over and over and over, shrieking and giggling all the while. I put up with this for about 5 minutes before I made my way down the row and leaned over between (I assume) her parents, and asked (politely; I don't remember exactly what I said, but I do remember being polite because I always assume people are crazy and I have a firm policy of not poking the crazy if I can help it) if they could please restrain their child; she was very distracting.
OH THE HUMANITY. You'd have thought I'd asked them to have her drawn and quartered. They rose in a huff, gathered up their children and all their leftover food and most of them stormed (STORMED) out of the theater. I was shocked; I never insinuated they had to leave! As they were huffing away, a white-napkin-wrapped missile flashed past my face, just missing it, and thudded into DH's chest. A pickle! The mother had thrown a half-eaten PICKLE at us!!
So the father walks down the aisle toward us, I'm stupidly thinking maybe to apologize? Nah. He said, "That was the RUDEST thing I've ever seen!" Talking about me, duh. But I smiled at him (it was dark, he couldn't see it but maybe he heard it in my voice) and said. "I agree, and I accept your apology."
OH MAN he couldn't get out of there fast enough. I'm just glad they didn't know what we were driving!
How bizarre, though .. it was a matinee (Fantastic Four) but all those tickets and food couldn't have been cheap. They left about 1/4 of the way through the movie. It remains one of the weirdest things that's ever happened to us.