I recalled this from when I worked at a small 5-screen theater.
I did every job, but liked concession best. Every night, I broke-down the popcorn maker and cleaned it with soda water, so there was no left-over oil, flavoring, etc. to spoil the popcorn. That machine was as spotless as an operating table!
After opening, I just finished filling the bin with sacks of freshly-made popcorn. People were going-in for the first movies. I'd just bagged the most recent batch when a 'gentleman' bought a bag (thus getting the freshest bag possible). He walks away and eats a handful, then turns around in a rage!
"This popcorn is stale! When the hell was this made!!??"
I pointedly pulled-back my shirtsleeve and looked at my watch "less than 35 seconds ago sir."
He made this face like someone had kicked his puppy, turned around, and went into his movie.
I did every job, but liked concession best. Every night, I broke-down the popcorn maker and cleaned it with soda water, so there was no left-over oil, flavoring, etc. to spoil the popcorn. That machine was as spotless as an operating table!
After opening, I just finished filling the bin with sacks of freshly-made popcorn. People were going-in for the first movies. I'd just bagged the most recent batch when a 'gentleman' bought a bag (thus getting the freshest bag possible). He walks away and eats a handful, then turns around in a rage!
"This popcorn is stale! When the hell was this made!!??"
I pointedly pulled-back my shirtsleeve and looked at my watch "less than 35 seconds ago sir."
He made this face like someone had kicked his puppy, turned around, and went into his movie.

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