And the hand in his pocket WAS A TINY MOIST HAND
Okay, stop me if I've told this one before. I've actually told it over on Fametracker twice, and in fact, I went searching for the original post over there and discovered that there's quite a fascination with it. So, preserved here for all time, Fametracker Forums RIP, is the Tiny Moist Hand story from the "Good Movie Manners Cost Nothing" thread:
PrincessCleo: Well, it's been about a year since I originally told my Romeo + Juliet story, so I guess I'll tell it again. Of course, nothing can top "I'm gonna throw bullets," but here goes:
So. I think I was a senior in high school at the time, and my best friend and I went to something like a 7 or 8 pm Saturday night showing. I had long, curly hair at the time. So Juliet's weeping over Dead Romeo (I refuse to spoiler this, because--come on), and all of a sudden I... feel something... behind me. In my hair. And then I feel this tiny moist hand... crawling up... my neck. And I'm just sitting bolt upright in my seat trying to figure out WTF is going on, and then the Tiny Moist Hand--which has crept up to the middle of my head by this time, and I'm just petrified with horror--grabs a big ol' handful of hair and YANKS. And I whip my head around to see what the hell is going on (Tiny Moist Hand jerks back and vanishes), but I can't see anything in the dark. It must have been some small child sitting behind me or something. So I glared in the general direction of whatever adults must have brought the kid in, and basically held on to my hair for the rest of the movie.
Amalthea: I remember that story! *shudders* Seriously, ever since you last posted that, I've worn my hair in a bun to the movies.
PrincessCleo: Only you can prevent Tiny Moist Hand, kids.
I really like singing the phrase to the tune of "Red Right Hand," myself.
ETA: Duuuuuude. I'm searching "moist" through the thread, and apparently I gave people nightmares with that story.
PrincessCleo: Well, it's been about a year since I originally told my Romeo + Juliet story, so I guess I'll tell it again. Of course, nothing can top "I'm gonna throw bullets," but here goes:
So. I think I was a senior in high school at the time, and my best friend and I went to something like a 7 or 8 pm Saturday night showing. I had long, curly hair at the time. So Juliet's weeping over Dead Romeo (I refuse to spoiler this, because--come on), and all of a sudden I... feel something... behind me. In my hair. And then I feel this tiny moist hand... crawling up... my neck. And I'm just sitting bolt upright in my seat trying to figure out WTF is going on, and then the Tiny Moist Hand--which has crept up to the middle of my head by this time, and I'm just petrified with horror--grabs a big ol' handful of hair and YANKS. And I whip my head around to see what the hell is going on (Tiny Moist Hand jerks back and vanishes), but I can't see anything in the dark. It must have been some small child sitting behind me or something. So I glared in the general direction of whatever adults must have brought the kid in, and basically held on to my hair for the rest of the movie.
Amalthea: I remember that story! *shudders* Seriously, ever since you last posted that, I've worn my hair in a bun to the movies.
PrincessCleo: Only you can prevent Tiny Moist Hand, kids.
I really like singing the phrase to the tune of "Red Right Hand," myself.
ETA: Duuuuuude. I'm searching "moist" through the thread, and apparently I gave people nightmares with that story.