I loves me some Cirque du Soleil and was looking forward to seeing a show in San Francisco for a change. It was media night, and I was using my trusty camera phone to take photos to run with my write-up. Then you, the guy in the seat next to me, yanked my phone out of my hand and screamed, “Stop taking photos and watch the show!” No warning, no escalation—just zero to rageball in an instant. When I explained that this was my job and kept taking photos, you took my phone again and almost didn’t give it back. I left at intermission; what I should have done was have you thrown out for attempted strong-arm robbery. My friend stayed for the second half and said you apologized. Too little, too late doesn’t begin to cover it.

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