Shove and Run: A drunk At the Movies

Here I thought this weekends post was going to be an update of what's coming to the big screen. Heck no!!!! I had some asshole drunk shove me and then run from me. What was I to do? I chased after him. I was sooo pissed off at him that I wanted to catch him and shove his beer can up his butt. I could have too, I was running with the can in my hand. This is how the whole drama unfolded....

I had to do security in 30 Days of Night, (horror vampire movie), because they thought is was going to be full of crazy trouble-making teens. Well, 15 minutes in to the movie, there were only about 56 people in the whole 300 seating auditorium. My boss sent message that I could go home or do another boring job. The movie was not too bad and I probably won't get another chance to see it, so I clocked out, got some popcorn and coke, sat down and was watching the rest of the movie.

During a really quite intense scene, you hear a glass bottle drop and roll downward. I looked over my seat and saw a bunch of people laughing. I was staring into the crowd off and on. Then I heard laughter again from the top section. I walked the stairs and was motioned by a couple of young ladies. I walked over to them and they told me the man 6 seats down was passed out asleep and kept snoring loudly. I asked them where the bottle came from and they said it was his. I could see a beer can in the cup holder and deceided to ask him to leave. Now, hindsight being 20/20, I should have gotten the cop to come into the theater or wait at the door for me....but I was pissed and didn't want to let him sit there any longer. I went over to him and woke him up. I told him to come with me outside the theater. He shoved my arm and figited with his pocket on his sweatshirt. Of course I didn't know what he was doing, going for a knife, gun, drugs, who knows now a days. He got up and followed me out, once outside the doors, he ran like a punk with something to hide. Dumbass me....chaced after him. We ran out side the building, around the corner and then he turned around. He had an amazed look on his face, like he had never seen a fat person run before. The best part was his beer can was in my hand the whole time, (I never thought, I should have thrown it at him). Finally he ran off property and I knew I couldn't leave property without getting in trouble. The chace was over. I was pissed because I don't run. There was no reason for running, hell he was just drunk to my knowledge.

I went back in to finish my movie, which was pretty much over by now, course this fact made me madder. I left, went to get a Margarita (jumbo size) and then home to bed. It took forever to go to sleep. Until next time, drink BEFORE you get to the theater or SHARE.

Why did I get married? What a happy crowd.

Well, let me start here....the movie Tyler Perry's Why Did I Get Married? came out this last weekend. It was a great, fun loving crowd of mostly older couples. I had a couple of young punks come in and then leave because (to quote them), "these people will kick my ass if I ask up!" I only laughed out loud and suggested the local video store. The movie itself is a fun adventure into marriages and communication, or lack there of. The majority of the crowd laughed at the right places and cried during some emotional scenes.

These were some of the greatest customers ever. They were friendly, respectful, and didn't need to be reminded how to act in public. I recommend this movie to anyone wanting to enjoy a grown-up movie. It has a good cast and excellent writing.

Upcoming next....what's new for the screen.

Put your feet down please.

Last night I bet I had to tell at least 20 people to put their feet down. They had them on the armrests of the seats in front of them. They were on the backs of the seats, and even on the tops. Okay, comfort is a necessity when sitting for 2 hours sometimes, but how would you feel if I went to your house and put my dirty shoes or feet on your furniture? I've had people complain that some seats stink. I wonder why?

Another thing, how can two people make a bigger mess than 12? I had to usher last night and had a harder time cleaning up after two adults than I did the other 12 people in the audience.

I sometimes wonder if it is because people are not in their own homes, that they feel they can be as messy as they want to be. I try not to leave a mess. Sometimes you can't help it, popcorn can fall regardless, but wrappers, candies, and personal junk. You'd be surprised by some of the stuff we've found. Here's an example: purses, wallets, phones, hats, jackets, umbrellas, kid's toys, single kid shoe, jewelry, a hearing aid (which I want to give to someone as a gift), even a bra. Yes, a bra: don't ask, I wasn't there at the time it was found. What gets me is how a person can wear a jacket in and leave without it. Most of the time it is colder leaving than arriving. And a bra????

Slow weekend

This is a strange thing to say, but, we had a slow weekend. Not too much to complain about this time. My Friday started with having to throw a couple of kids out of a movie. They were wanting to see Brave One, but she wasn't old enough,(her boyfriend was). So they stepped back and then bought tickets to Dragon Wars (crappy movie by the way). Guess what they did then???? Dumb asses walked into Brave One. They even looked back at me before they entered the theater. Of course, I went into the movie and asked how they got tickets. The boyfriend told me he bought them. I asked "How, I was standing in front of you when you were denied the first time?" He stated that he bought them. I asked to see the tickets and he then confessed to buying for a different movie. I told them they needed to leave. I WAS going to make them see the stupid movie they bought for until he got smart with me. I then told them to think about what they are doing before they do it. I then took the stubs from them and told them to leave the building.

She asked if their parents came back with them would I let them in. I told them yes, but they would have to buy tickets again. They left without any further problems. Why do kids insist on being smart asses when they get caught. They could have just apologized and would not have wasted any money, instead, they run their mouths and I become the punisher. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy kicking kids out for being bad. But, these guys were just plain stupid.