Many moons ago, my buddy John and I got hold of a water fire extinguisher from the high school, filled it, and headed to the Smithtown Drive In. We parked toward the back, waiting for the movie to start when my brother's buddies parked next to us in an old convertable Polara. They were goofing around and John let them have a blast of H2O. He had the nozzle hidden under his hand resting on the door of my GTX, so they couldn't see where the water came from. John then did rapid fire and got five out of five head shots. They thought it was the funniest thing going.
As the movie started, a family of Puerto Ricans (all we heard was Spanish) pulled up next to us on the left in a beat up wagon. After about 20 minutes of them jabbering, one of the kids got out to go to the snack bar. As the kid passed in front of us, John let him have a blast. Head shot at 20 feet! The kid ran back to the family wagon, followed by more animated jabbering. My brother's buddies next to us were howling.
The kid got out again and headed for the snack bar...same thing...head shot. The kid ran back to the car. John and I just sat there like we saw nothing, but the guys in the convertable were wetting their pants.
Next, we see the old man get out and walk in front of our cars. We sat there like nothing happened. He was pissed off! He stared at the two cars for about 20 seconds, turned around, and headed back to the station wagon. That was when John gave him a good blast to the back of the head. He ran back into the car, started the engine, and they took off.
A good time was had by (almost) all.