In reply to: Dear God, this guy is a wuss posted by El Kabong
In 2011, when lottery seating was still random, I ended up in field seats next to the sunglass-clad douchebags. Someone threw a marshmallow at the band and some band member with a voice high-pitched enough that I had to cover my ears to prevent permanent hearing loss yelled to one of them that people were throwing things at her. He barely looked up, and in a Ben Stein-ish monotone said "Don't. Stop." Then he looked at her, and, in full voice, said "There. That should take care of it."
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