movie theater stories....
I worked in a theater for a couple years.
There were so many things that would happen that would leave me just scratching my head and saying "Why?"
(Sorry in advance for the super-long 1500+ word post, but I got on a roll while typing)
On Fridays and Saturdays, the cops would be at our movie theater. Not security guards, but police officers. I see their cars parked in the parking lot every now and then where I go to see movies now, but where I worked, they hung out in the lobby, ready to respond to anything. To get in, you are going to have to walk past these officers. So if you are in there, you should know that there are cops in there.
Now, I'm walking around working as a porter this one night, with my broom and dustpan, and someone comes out of an auditorium and straight up to me. "Sir, I believe there is someone smoking in the theater I'm in." So I follow this person in and ask them to point out to me who it is. He/She points to someone in the back row and I begin walking up the stairs to have a word with them when my eyes finally adjust and I turn around and go straight to get the cops. Why? This dumb son of a bitch is has a pipe out and is smoking weed in the theater. A theater where there is no smoking period and there are cops everywhere and he thought it would be a great idea to get high. Why?!
One night a woman came in and bought her ticket, then approached me to have me tear the ticket stub and then direct her to the proper auditorium. What blew me away about her though (besides the terrible smell of alcohol coming off of her) was that she was smoking a cigarette. Like, inside of our building. I'm sitting there thinking, 'Why did the cashier not say anything to her, WTF?' I tell her, "Ma'am, there is absolutely no smoking in our building." She brushes past me and lets out a slurred "Oh...okay. Yeah, I'm good," leaving me standing there like "What in the world...?"
A supervisor and officer walks up and ask "Was that women drunk?" I told them, "Ummmm, yeah, I'm pretty sure she was, but she is also smoking right now. I told her she had to put it out and she didn't seem to care." So they ask what theater she was going to and head off to find her. They later come back and are standing in the lobby scratching their heads before a patron comes up and talks to them, causing them to run into a nearby auditorium which just ended. The supervisor comes back and asks me to follow him. He walks me to the front row and says "Is that the woman who was smoking earlier?" Sure enough, there is the old lady, passed out across the first row of seats, with the police officer yelling at her to wake up. She just wandered into the first room she saw and fell asleep. Finally the officer roused her from her slumber and escorted her out.
Spy Kids 3D. Got a report of a guy fingering his girlfriend in the theater. It was opening weekend too. That one pissed me off quite a bit, because it was a theater full of children and they were sitting right in the middle of the seats.
Like others in here, I had experiences with people smearing feces all over walls and doors in the bathrooms. I would gag as soon as I saw it and shut the stall door, reach over the top with a broom and lock it from the outside, and put up an Out of Order sign and then leave it. It was a dick move, but young me did not think he was getting paid enough to deal with that.
Can't really think of too much else. People who dip used to piss me off, when I would be cleaning a theater and find spit bottles and dipspit cups everywhere. People would either toss them into the seat or onto the floor, or they would balance them perfectly to where when I walked past, it would fall onto my pants or shoes. I had chewing tobacco and spit splash onto me numerous times.
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I hate all of the things most of you hate: kids kicking your seat, people talking, loud eaters, cell phone users, dudebros. But my worst movie theater experience was probably while I was still working for that theater.
A coworker and I had gotten off of work and gone out to her car to smoke a bit. We then went back in and into a theater. I still remember to this day, 'Cheaper by the Dozen,' with Steve Martin. Not something I wanted to see, but I had a thing for this chick for a while and she wanted to, so whatever. So we are sitting there, going through the trailers and making some small talk. About 5 minutes into the movie, it hits me: I have to throw up. I excuse myself and run out the theater into the men's room. I don't know what the fuck was in the shit that we smoked, but I violently threw up for several minutes before passing out. I woke up probably 15 to 20 minutes later after some movie had ended and the bathroom filled up. Someone was yelling if I was okay, as my legs were stretched out from under the stall door and visible to everyone. I stand up and open the door, walking out and to the sink to clean my face up. In front of everyone, here I come in my movie theater uniform still with vomit all over my face. I wash my face and then head back to the theater. I get to the entrance and feel like I am going to die. There is a janitor's closet next to me, and I open the door and walk in a step or two.
Boom! Down I go, face first into the floor and the door shuts behind me. This was sometime before midnight. I end up waking up around 3 in the morning and go out. There is no one in the theater anymore except a buddy from school who is closing up. He sees me and says "Yo, I thought you go off work hours ago?" I explained what happened to him and ask for a ride home and then sat around for half an hour waiting for him before going home. And the next day, I had to try to come up with a good story to tell the chick when she said "Hey, what happened to you last night?"
Another story comes close to tying with that for first place. It involves the same girl. We get off work again and go smoke again. The third Matrix is out and neither of us had seen it yet. It's already half an hour or so into the movie though, but we both wander in and sit down in the front row in a section where it is two seats by themselves next to each other. I'm useless with being able to talk to a girl or handle myself well at this point in my life, so I spend most of the movie sitting as far away from her in the chair as I possibly can. Rather than just do anything, my mind is overanalyzing the situation. I'm sitting there trying to think of every possible thing I could say or do and her reaction to each of these. Finally, it gets to the part where
dies and I realize, 'This is probably the most sad, romantic part of the movie...do something.' So I look over at her and place my hand on her upper thigh, causing her to look at me, and I say "Are you doing alright." She smiles and says "Yeah, I'm doing good." I then say, "Oh, okay" and remove my hand from her thigh and return to my awkward position hugging the opposite side of the chair from her.
I still look back on the incident and get pissed off at younger me...