A Paul Goldschmidt foul ball basically obliterated a Giants fan's bounty of ballpark concessions

What is it about Paul Goldschmidt foul balls that drive them to abject destruction?
A screaming liner off his powerful bat cracked a dugout phone in Pittsburgh earlier this season, and in the first inning of the Giants' 4-2 win over the D-backs on Saturday a group of Giants fans witnessed firsthand what can happen when he's at the plate.
Now, anybody that goes to the ballpark knows it's usually a good idea to hit up the concession stands before getting to your seat. Getting that out of the way can prevent you from spending 2-3 innings in line, waiting to buy your beer, popcorn, Cracker Jack, garlic fries or whatever other amenity you desire.
This woman did just that, but it was immediately rendered useless after Goldschmidt's foul set its sights on her bounty of purchases. As a result, she and everyone around her basically got soaked with suds: 

MLB.com Real-Time Correspondent Andreya Simoneau visited the fan to get the lowdown on the situation.
Thea Vierling said she intially caught the ball in her cup of beer, only to have the ball crack the cup (and smash everything else) before someone else picked it up. She wound up with the baseball later, though, and used it to reenact the moment: 

After the melee, Vierling went back to the concourse and bought more food and drinks for the folks in the "splash zone," which is obviously quite a nice thing to do. 
Most interestingly, Vierling also said she was at a game roughly two decades ago when three foul balls came into her section. Her takeaway after that day was to always bring her glove -- but alas, she was without glove on Saturday and this was the result.
As we see it, this incident leads to a few possible conclusions. First, that bringing a glove to the ballpark can have its benefits -- since a tray of nearly $100 in concession items just isn't a viable substitute. 
On the other hand, maybe this is all just a reminder of the inevitability of fate and that we really don't control anything that happens to us in our lives ... or at the ballpark.