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Thursday, July 10, 2003
Yesterday night at work was "veeird." This guy brought his whole family in there; his brother, and both of their wives...plus 3 kids, 2 and under. What do you think they were coming here to see? Finding Nemo? No. Sindbad: Blah of the Seven Seas? No. Pirates of the Caribbean? Yep...you guessed it, no. They brought the family out to see 28 Days Later! What a great movie for the family. Where they white? no...they were black of course. Why is it always the ignorant black folks who cause the most problems?! They were so fucking loud. When they gave me their ticket, they obviously were smoking some good old marijuana before they stumbled in there - the smell was intoxicating in a good way (which is pretty bad). So loud. So they eventually stumbled end there. 30 minutes later the king of ignorance comes to me and goes:
King of Ignorance: "Would it be okay if I blaze up in the theater?" Me: I gave him a what-the-fuck look and said, "No." If you know me, you know what look I'm talking about. King of Ignorance: "Come on man." ME: "If I catch you smoking in that theater, I'm going to kick you out." Yeah, I said it. I've got balls now. I'm starting to realize how much authority I have at that place. King of Ignorance: "Calm down. Okay man." He went outside to smoke...something. This guy eventually came in, and went back into 28 Days later. So when we closed around 10:20PM, it was time for me to check the theaters and make sure no one's being too loud. Naturally, I wanted to check out #4 (28 Days Later) I thought since the kids were young, they would be the ones to talk. 28 Days Later is such a quiet movie. I went in there, and it's the King of Ignorance talking to his Queen. They were having a fucking conversation in there! They were sitting on the last row on the left side, looking up. I thought, "What the fuck! Shut the fuck up!" I stormed my way back there. Me: "I mean this in a nice way - if I hear you talking again...anyone of you, I'm kicking you out." King of Ignorance: "Why are you talking so loud?" Me: "Look, I mean it. Talk one more time, I'm kicking one of you out." I stormed back down the stairs. I was so annoyed. 10 mintues later, The King of Ignorance and his Queen come out, and they are cussing each other out! Queen of Ignorance: "Get away from me fucker. Don't touch me." King of ..: "Come on!" Queen of Ignornance: "You're not getting me kicked out, we paid all this money." So that went on for about 10 minutes, and they went back in. 5 minutes later, I go in there. The King and Queen are in the front, and they are...you guessed it, HAVING A FUCKING CONVERSATION. Obviously, the woman was mad about something. I didn't want to increase the tension. I told the King of Ignorance to go back in his seat and leave her alone. He did. I had sympathy, really. Later...I went in there, and they're talking! Me: "Sir...." I pointed at him and everything... "Sir, get out." King of Ignorance: "Come on man!" I just stood in front of him, listening to his whining...I just pointed towards the door. Oh yeah, I'm the shit. He went out there, and continues to beg. King of Ignorance: "How old are you?" Me: "19" King of Ignorance: "I paid all this money to see this movie, you can't do this." Me: "As long as I'm working, this is my theater, and those were my customers. You are bothering my customers, so I'm kicking you out." Yeah, that's right. It's my theater, lol. King of Ignorance: "I swear man, I won't talk anymore. I want to watch this movie." Me: I saw the sincerity in his eyes. "Well, ok. If I here you talking anymore tonight, I'm kicking you and your family out for good." I escorted him back to his theater. He was so happy. King of Ignorance: "I'm 27 man, I hope you live to be this old. You aight. Jesus must love you. If you hear me talking again, all you gotta do is point at me...you don't even have to come up there." At that point, I was wondering what he meant by, "I hope you live to be this old." I started realizing that this job I've got is a high risk job. That could mean there's a bounty out on me in the streets right now. Anyway. I check over and over again, and didn't hear a peep. The manager told he didn't have anyone complaining to him about the disturbance, so that means I did my job. I kicked ass. I was the only usher there, and I handle it pretty much on my own. One of the projectionist guys walked with me in there to back me up. You know, just in case something were to happen. Good times. I'm taking my dad to see The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen tonight (now that's a long title). He seems to be nonsexually excited about it (as he should be). ¶6:06 PM e-mail me (0) comments (0) commentsBack To Blog top September 2002 / October 2002 / November 2002 / December 2002 / January 2003 / February 2003 / March 2003 / April 2003 / May 2003 / June 2003 / July 2003 / August 2003 / September 2003 / October 2003 / November 2003 / December 2003 / January 2004 / February 2004 / March 2004 / April 2004 / May 2004 / June 2004 / July 2004 / August 2004 / September 2004 / October 2004 / November 2004 / December 2004 / January 2005 / February 2005 / March 2005 / April 2005 / May 2005 / June 2005 / July 2005 / August 2005 / September 2005 / October 2005 / November 2005 / December 2005 / January 2006 / February 2006 / March 2006 / April 2006 / May 2006 / August 2006 / October 2006 / December 2006 / April 2007 / August 2007 / September 2007 / November 2007 / January 2008 / February 2008 / March 2008 / April 2008 /
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