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Last night was kind of a busy night. It had been raining all day and that was the perfect catalyst for people to come to the theatre. Plus we had Superbad come out on Friday so we had to be on our toes about the whole kids sneaking in thing.
Had these two guys come through, must have been 12-14. They bought tickets for "the last legion" and from the start one of them tried to go into superbad, which happend to be right behing me. I could totally see where he was going and called him on it.
NN: numb nuts
Me: Bouncer man
Me: Hey, that's not Theatre (insert number)
NN looks at his ticket and then at the giant number over the door.
NN: Oh, I thought this was theatre (insert number)
Me: yeah, you're down there man.
Then I turn to the other customers who's tickets I'm tearing and they're craking up. I start to make comments like "yeah right, kid" and " what? does he think I'm stupid?" And they all got a chuckle out of it.
About a half an hour later I see him and a buddy walk into "the invasion". I get a coworker to cover for me for a few minutes and walk into the theatre. Now I have pretty good eyesight, but it doesn't help when the theatre is dark. Luckily I heard sneakers squeaking so I headed up the stairs then back down and sure enough, there they were.
Me: Hey guys can I see your tickets?
Nn: Wait, what movie is this?
Me: It's the invasion man, I know you bought a ticket for last legion now lets go.
NN: how'd you know?
Me: <eye roll> Because I'm psychic man, now lets go.
We get out into the hall.
Me: Guys, I know what movie you payed for and where you're supposed to be, now go there and stay there.
They get the hint and I point in the direction that they're supposed to go.
Me: GO!
What? Do people think I'm freaking retarded?
Had these two guys come through, must have been 12-14. They bought tickets for "the last legion" and from the start one of them tried to go into superbad, which happend to be right behing me. I could totally see where he was going and called him on it.
NN: numb nuts
Me: Bouncer man
Me: Hey, that's not Theatre (insert number)
NN looks at his ticket and then at the giant number over the door.
NN: Oh, I thought this was theatre (insert number)
Me: yeah, you're down there man.
Then I turn to the other customers who's tickets I'm tearing and they're craking up. I start to make comments like "yeah right, kid" and " what? does he think I'm stupid?" And they all got a chuckle out of it.
About a half an hour later I see him and a buddy walk into "the invasion". I get a coworker to cover for me for a few minutes and walk into the theatre. Now I have pretty good eyesight, but it doesn't help when the theatre is dark. Luckily I heard sneakers squeaking so I headed up the stairs then back down and sure enough, there they were.
Me: Hey guys can I see your tickets?
Nn: Wait, what movie is this?
Me: It's the invasion man, I know you bought a ticket for last legion now lets go.
NN: how'd you know?
Me: <eye roll> Because I'm psychic man, now lets go.
We get out into the hall.
Me: Guys, I know what movie you payed for and where you're supposed to be, now go there and stay there.
They get the hint and I point in the direction that they're supposed to go.
Me: GO!
What? Do people think I'm freaking retarded?