Bottled water and the like doesn't bother me. Mildred, I doubt I would even notice if you were drinking wine next to me, as wine is served without ice. What I cannot stand is when people buy the souvenir cups, order something on the rocks, and then proceed to swish their ice cubes throughout the performance. That, to me, is on par with popping gum or loudly eating chips. Good for you that you paid $21 for a Jameson in your souvenir cup--now sit still.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body