Went to a local dance show last night.  Almost at the end of the performance one dancer threw out an orange and hit me on my forehead.  I was not happy.  I went to the dancer after the show and told him I didn't appreciate getting hit.  He apologized and said he actually try to roll it off not throwing it.  I was sitting on the second row eye level with the stage.  My displeasure is because as a widow it took courage to go out and do things all alone. I don't expect pity but I do expect to enjoy the activity that I took the initiative to attend. For an acquaintance to say "Oh, you are okay." It only fueled my displeasure.  She didn't know it narrowly missed my eyes. My ego is bruised more than anything. I felt I can't even enjoy something without my husband there to proctect me, every choice I made seems to backfire at me.