Lord yes. 2 incidents come to mind. TRUE stories:
1) Back in 1991, I was seeing a performance in the city of American Ballet Theater. (I had been comped in.) The evening's works consisted of very mellow pieces....veeeery quiet music. There was a rude woman sitting a few rows ahead of me. You know the drill, candy wrappers crinkling loudly and INCESSANTLY, talking aloud to her hubby, shifting in her seat non-stop. We all hated her. Well, the woman sitting behind her looked to be a friend of hers, as she seemed to be politely leaning forward over the woman's shoulder and chatting a bit. GREAT we all thought. WRONG. After continual rudeness, the woman sitting behind her (they both looked to be in their early 50's, mind you)
hauled off and punched the rude woman hard, forcefully and LOUDLY - SQUARE in the back, between her shoulder blades.
The rude woman was aghast: "Are you NUTS?!", she screamed at the woman behind her. The puncher: "Will you just SHUT THE F--K UP, YOU RUDE-ASS TW_T?"
Intermission hit and that rude woman disappeared into the night. We all applauded the puncher. The clincher was that they both looked very ritzy-ditzy ladies.
2) The DAMN YANKEES revival back in the 90's. Great seats down front center orchestra. Great performance. The beginning of the SHOELESS JOE #. Outta NOWHERE, down the aisle, STUMBLES a drunk man and his even drunker wife. They looked to be early 30's. Guess they got crocked at supper and SUDDENLY remebered that they had theater tickets. They talked ALOUD as they argued and were shown to their seats, MID-AISLE, thank you very much. We all got up and looked to be doing "the wave" as they stepped on all of our toes getitng in. God bless Vicky Lewis and the boys. They kept on singing and dancin' uip a storm as these 2 drunks sat and FOUGHT, ALOUD. They seemed to be looking RIGHT AT OUR AREA, trying to subtly see what the problem was.
We "shushed" them various times. They got violent in response. You BELIEVE THAT? A DIVINE gay couple got nasty back, rasping that we all paid a LOT of cash for our tkts. and to sit down before he "bitch slapped her into oblivion". The drunk man stumbled out during the dance break and left his date. SUDDENLY she "stands" up, and goes: What? You gonna LEAVE ME HERE? Hey, wait, wait, where the hell AM I? What IS this? What's the music?" She didn't even realize where she was. The ushers stood there, frozen. She ran out of the row, smashing all of our feet. She got into the aisle, then, fell. She began to CRAWL up the aisle, cursing, muttering, and saying "this show SUCKS." The ushers didn't do squat and they saw the entire thing. At intermission, we bought the gay couple a drink to congratulate them. A nice-sized clutch of we gay men, all strangers, convened and began to bash the drunks AND the ushers. The house manager received TONS of complaints on the incident AND on the usher's lack of action.
"I am not 'a' Eunice Burns. I am THE Eunice Burns!!!"