LA Stories pt2 flying ice cubes

I am out at a bar in a shitty mood, pissed off at my friend, who has decided to sleep the whole time that I am visiting, I go to a bar to get something to eat, I am sitting down watching TV and eating my dinner, when I see an icecube flying towards me, with my cat lke reflexes I dodged the icecube, but I am livid that this Idiot threw an icecube at me from about 30 feet away, I get up to go find out why the hell he threw an icecube, and by find out I mean kicking this punk muthafuckas ass. As I make my way over to the moron he starts apologizing profusely, saying he was trying to get the girl who was standing next to me attention. I'm furious, why don't you get your fat white ass out of your barstool and go and talk to her instead of chucking icecubes which could possibly hit innocent bystanders, or more importantly me.