I used to work at a movie theatre in my hometown. It's a pretty small town, and we were the only theatre within an hour of driving distance. That meant that, while customers sure did complain like it was going out of style, they'd come back 99% of the time. It also meant that we were one of a very limited number of options you had for fun on the weekend. Every single Friday and Saturday, we were packed to the rafters with people, mostly 12-17 year olds. I'm sure many of you are familiar with some parents' practice of leaving their children at a public place, with the idea that the employees will babysit for free. If that is true, this evening we had brought enough epic fail for the whole class.
Bit of a set up. I had just been promoted to assistant manager about two or three days before. The district manager was coming by to see how I was handling my new duties(I suppose the staring at my boobs the whole time was merely a perk). Friday night kicks in, the people start coming in, everything seems to be going smoothly.
Cast:
Me- the cutest grumpy dinosaur to ever grace a theatre
DM- our creepy district manager
T- my manager, martial arts badass
S- my favourite employee
CS- crazy lady who blames everyone else for her problems
(Thoughts in italics)
I'm taking tickets, trying to keep an eye out for underaged kids sneaking into rated R movies. DM is supervising the concession counter and getting in my way. T is running around like a headless chicken, because the boy cannot maintain in what he thinks is a crisis. S is manning the box office, rocking it like he always does. We're doing our thing, doing it well. The crowds go into their movies, we start cleaning up after them. This woman storms in.
SC: I WANT A MANAGER!!!
Me: Of all the theatres in the world, she had to walk into mine. Hello, I'm Lauren, how can I assist you?
SC: What kind of business are you running here? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?????
Me: ..... I'm sorry?
SC: I left my daughter here to watch a movie, and I cannot believe you've let this happen to her!!
Me: Oh, God, did a little girl get hurt? Oh, please, no, not my shift!! Is she okay? What's happened? She's not hurt, is she?
DM: What's going on here? Ma'am, has your daughter been injured?
SC: *very snottily* She hasn't.... no thanks to YOU PEOPLE. YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED!!! I'll be writing to the editor of the _____ News to let everyone know how you treat your customers!! *storms out*
Me: What just happened?
S: *walks up* What was her problem?
Me: I have no idea...
S: I mean, it's not our fault her daughter's such a slut.
Me: WHA? What has that got to do with... wait, is that even the same...?
S: Yeah, her daughter's been giving blow jobs in the alley.
Me, DM:
S: So-and-so came by the BO and told me about it. Ha! Skank! *walks off to smoke break*
Me: *into walkie talkie* T, you need to get down to the lobby RIGHT NOW. We have a situation outside that requires your assistance.
DM starts going outside. T is soon on his heels. They investigate. They return with a scowling young girl in tow... she is maybe 13? 14? YOUNG. Her mother is called and asked to pick up her daughter. Mother comes back, more screaming as described above.
Later in the main office, the scene in the alleyway was described to me.
T and DM walked over there and she was making out with this one guy, who had his hand up her skirt. There were about three other guys standing around, watching them. They ran off as soon as T and DM walked up. They asked the girl if she was okay, if the boys had been "bothering" her. She gets really pissed off, starts yelling in their faces about how they "ruined [her] fun".
And the mother blamed us for not keeping an eye on her. What boggles me is that she must've known what her daughter was up to, AND YET LEFT HER HERE FOR FURTHER MISCHIEF-MAKING!!!
I left the job not long after that(for reasons completely unrelated to this event), and still have no idea what happened afterwards.
And people wonder why I left my hometown.
Bit of a set up. I had just been promoted to assistant manager about two or three days before. The district manager was coming by to see how I was handling my new duties(I suppose the staring at my boobs the whole time was merely a perk). Friday night kicks in, the people start coming in, everything seems to be going smoothly.
Cast:
Me- the cutest grumpy dinosaur to ever grace a theatre
DM- our creepy district manager
T- my manager, martial arts badass
S- my favourite employee
CS- crazy lady who blames everyone else for her problems
(Thoughts in italics)
I'm taking tickets, trying to keep an eye out for underaged kids sneaking into rated R movies. DM is supervising the concession counter and getting in my way. T is running around like a headless chicken, because the boy cannot maintain in what he thinks is a crisis. S is manning the box office, rocking it like he always does. We're doing our thing, doing it well. The crowds go into their movies, we start cleaning up after them. This woman storms in.
SC: I WANT A MANAGER!!!
Me: Of all the theatres in the world, she had to walk into mine. Hello, I'm Lauren, how can I assist you?
SC: What kind of business are you running here? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?????
Me: ..... I'm sorry?
SC: I left my daughter here to watch a movie, and I cannot believe you've let this happen to her!!
Me: Oh, God, did a little girl get hurt? Oh, please, no, not my shift!! Is she okay? What's happened? She's not hurt, is she?
DM: What's going on here? Ma'am, has your daughter been injured?
SC: *very snottily* She hasn't.... no thanks to YOU PEOPLE. YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED!!! I'll be writing to the editor of the _____ News to let everyone know how you treat your customers!! *storms out*
Me: What just happened?
S: *walks up* What was her problem?
Me: I have no idea...
S: I mean, it's not our fault her daughter's such a slut.
Me: WHA? What has that got to do with... wait, is that even the same...?
S: Yeah, her daughter's been giving blow jobs in the alley.
Me, DM:

S: So-and-so came by the BO and told me about it. Ha! Skank! *walks off to smoke break*
Me: *into walkie talkie* T, you need to get down to the lobby RIGHT NOW. We have a situation outside that requires your assistance.
DM starts going outside. T is soon on his heels. They investigate. They return with a scowling young girl in tow... she is maybe 13? 14? YOUNG. Her mother is called and asked to pick up her daughter. Mother comes back, more screaming as described above.
Later in the main office, the scene in the alleyway was described to me.
T and DM walked over there and she was making out with this one guy, who had his hand up her skirt. There were about three other guys standing around, watching them. They ran off as soon as T and DM walked up. They asked the girl if she was okay, if the boys had been "bothering" her. She gets really pissed off, starts yelling in their faces about how they "ruined [her] fun".
And the mother blamed us for not keeping an eye on her. What boggles me is that she must've known what her daughter was up to, AND YET LEFT HER HERE FOR FURTHER MISCHIEF-MAKING!!!

And people wonder why I left my hometown.
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