A newer movie is getting out, and my supervisor is holding the exit door open for departing guests.
Customer: That was a horrible movie. I should ask for my money back. *stops and looks at my supervisor* I SHOULD ask for a refund. I didn’t like it at all!
Supervisor: …We don’t make the movies, we just show them.
My coworkers are cleaning a theatre in preparation for the next show, when a couple walks in.
Coworker: Hi, are you here for the next show of (movie)?
Customer: Yeah, where do we get the 3D glasses?
Coworker: You should have gotten them at the box office… The theatre isn’t ready now, so you can go to the box office and get your glasses.
Customer: *annoyed* So we have to walk all the way back to the box office to get the glasses.
Coworker: Yeah, I’m really sorry about that.
Customer: Not quite. *turns to leave*
Bonus: When he thought the customers left, he said “What the FUCK?” to the other ushers, then turned around and saw the customer still behind him.
Forgot to post this gem...
So I’m at work on Sunday night at the theatre…
Guy walks in with his girlfriend trailing behind. Both in their 30s.
Movies started 20 minutes ago, but they don’t seem rushed so I’m assuming they don’t care.
They pay separately.
Guy goes to concession and buys medium soda and large popcorn w/butter.
Girl goes to the restroom.
As my brother/coworker comes up to talk to me, we hear them talking and wonder if they’re arguing.
Couple comes back through lobby and looks like they’re about to just leave and not come back.
Girl asks if I can refund her card, I do.
Guy does the same.
I say to him, “Have a good night.”
He gives me a sarcastic, “Yeah,” like whatever happened between them just ruined it.
Whatever. At this point, whatever. They hadn’t gone into the movie, so I didn’t mind giving them a refund. But then…
As SOON as they walk out the door, the guy takes the medium soda and large buttered popcorn he was carrying (and just spent $7.50 on) and THROWS IT ON THE GROUND.
He then continues to walk around the corner with his girlfriend, presumably to continue his childlike tantrum.
But not after blatantly leaving a buttery, wet mess right on our doorstep. For us to clean up. When we didn’t do a thing to piss him off.
I have never been so infuriated with a GUY IN HIS THIRTIES than I was that night.