So this happened last saturday. My SO and I had nothing to do and decided in the last minute to see Wreck-it-Ralph at the movies. It was at 9 PM, subtitled (the dubbed screenings are earlier during the day), and with plenty of space in the theatre as only about 10 out of 200 seats were booked. Perfect! We went in to get seated and I realised the seats surrounding those we booked were occupied by young children (6-7 years of age maybe). I really didn't feel like having popcorn thrown down my neck and having the soundtrack ruined by a chorous of loud chewing noises so we moved a few seats away as the movie started.
We were able to enjoy the movie uninterrupted until the last 20 minutes or so. One of the kids (presumably bored and high in sugar) started sprinting like a wild rabbit all around the theatre and through the rows of seats while trying to gain the attention from his company (mother or older sister) who shushed him, chased him some and told him to get back in his seat, to no avail. He made dramatic noises and bounced around and in general just being disrespectful to both his mom/sister (who eventually gave up chasing him, which made him act even more dramatic) as well as the rest of the theatre. I wasn't mad as the movie was almost over, just a tiny bit annoyed.
As the movie had finished we were the last one to leave the theatre, and as we were walking down the corridor the same kid comes sprinting in full speed back and forth, almost crashing into us. Whenever I'm annoyed by running kids I feel the urge to see what would happen if I tripped them. Just as that thought popped into my head my shoe nudged it's way slightly to the left just as he came running again, which sent him flying in full speed. He landed with a thump, looked up and gave me this terrifying face and let the most demonic screech I've ever heard. Not the "oh no I'm hurt"-kind of screech but more of a "I'll rip your intestines out with my bare teeth and use them as a noose to end your life"-kind of screech. His mother/sister came rushing and dusted him off as we continued walking off. I didn't really know what to expect to feel at that moment but it was kind of satisfying knowing what it feels like to give in for the urge, and that nobody will believe him if he said I tripped him (SO didn't notice I did it)
I'm an asshole, yes, but the kid had it coming for him (and no he didn't hurt himself, it was a soft floor).