THIS! IS! STICKY!
When the movie “300” was released in South Africa, I actually went to see it twice in the span of two days. On the second viewing, a morning show, the theatre didn’t have a large audience.
There was a man with a heavy French accent sitting at the end of one of the rows up front. He kept answering his phone and speaking very loudly and discourteously, spoiling the experience for others.
Sure enough, an usher was called in.
Usher: “Sir, can you please take your call outside and come back in when you’ve finished?”
The man was so horribly abusive to the usher. He kept swearing, half-threatened to beat up the usher, and demanded to speak to management.
As it so happens, the manager of the cinema complex walked in then. She was a very smart African lady with a lot of poise and grace. On seeing the manager, the snotty patron became racially abusive, swore at the manager, and started denigrating her anatomy. The manager then did an about-face.
Manager: “Sir, I’m going to have a security guard escort you off of the premises.”
And she walked away.
The patron proceeded to sit down with a smug, victorious snort and continued with his telephone call.
Then, something seemed to arc through the air across the cinema screen. It was very small but very out of place. I remember thinking, “I don’t recall this from last night’s screening. Is it a spear? Is it an arrow? What the…?”
And then, there was a huge splash.
A can of Coke, expertly lobbed across the breadth of the cinema, deftly hit the racist b*****d in the side of his head, erupting on impact and showering him — and his phone — in liquid.
Properly soaked and buggered, he started roaring like a wounded animal, demanding to know who had thrown the Coke.
At this point, the manager walked in with the security guards. The patron resisted, but security forcefully escorted the a***hole out of the cinema to the roaring applause of the audience!
When the lights came up at the end of the movie, we all stood up to see who our savior was, but the only person seated in the area the Coke had come from was an elderly lady in her sixties, who mumbled something about still being thirsty…