Judy - The Mover Go Bag
True story. This one time, I had to be about 13 or 17. Around there. My friend and I were at the movies and it was just us and this one other kid who we didn't know in the theater. I remember thinking that must be because it's noon on a Wednesday and most kids were at school. Not us. Anyway, this kid, from the jump, is annoying me with his chewing. He has his popcorn up there just chewing, half open mouth. It must have been some kind of crunchy popcorn (popcorn is usually soft).
At any rate, eventually I couldn't take this sound any more, so I looked at my friend and said, "That's it," and I stood up and chucked the entire 64-ounce 7-Eleven blue raspberry Slurpee I snuck into the theater at his head. That was the end of the movie for us. We left in quite a hurry through the exit door by the screen, but still got caught, and boy did I have to face the music later that night.
In retrospect, I wouldn't change a thing. Except maybe I'd bring a tent and a Judy Go Bag Mover pack to the movie with me so I could hide out in the woods until the whole thing blew over, rather than getting suspended, grounded, and slapped with 50 hours of community service.