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Before I graduated into the wonderful world of Tech Support, I had the pleasure of working at a movie theater for about 4 years. Here are some stories for you.
1. SKATEBOARDIN RASCALS
SK 1, 2 = Skateboarding kids, or spawn of satan
ME = elevator
ME: Hey guys, no skateboards in the theater. Please leave them with us at the front desk and we’ll return them to you when you leave the theater.
SK1: No way, dude! You’re gonna keep them and not give them back.
SK2: Yeah because our friends have lost a lot of boards here to you guys.
ME: *eye roll* I promise, I’ll give them back. They’ll be sitting right here in plain sight. Nobody will touch them, I swear.
SK2: Why can’t we just take them in? We’re not gonna be skating in the theater.
SK1: Yeah why’s it a big deal, are you a nazi or something?
ME: Yes I’m a nazi. Just leave the decks up here and you’ll get them back, I can’t permit you to take those in. It’s a safety issue as well, we can’t have you guys getting hurt in here because you fall down or whatever. Leave them here.
SK1: Fine…
*So they leave their skateboards up with me at the front desk. A few minutes later I go to break, satisfied those little punker bastards won’t be skating in the theater. Now, our movie theater is kind of out in the middle of the country, so there are not a whole lot of places to go on lunch and breaks. Generally we just go to a theater and watch part of a movie until it’s time to go back to work. So I stroll into Transformers to catch some of it. Now this is a Tuesday. We’re generally really really dead on weekdays, so this Transformers theater was empty except for me and one couple. As I’m watching the movie, something goes rolling down the aisle: one of those bastard kids on a skateboard!
I stand up and SK1 sees me and runs out the exit door, SK2 I couldn’t see so I abandoned him for kid 2. I catch up with him and drag him to the office. I have a manager hold him there while I go find the other kid. He’s casually walking out the front door trying to blend in but I recognize him and have a fellow co worker corner him and take him to the office.
ME: I thought I told you guys no skateboarding!
SK1: I’m gonna have my dad sue you, you asshole!
ME: We’ll see about that.
I permit SK1 to call his mom to come to the theater to represent her kid in this. She comes in all fire-and-brimstone, screaming at us.
AP = angry parent
AP: how dare you touch my child, how DARE you!!
ME: Ma’am, I had no choice. We want to show you and your child, along with his friend, the security video.
Little did they know, while the kids were being retained my manager and I had looked at the security footage. Our box office on weekdays is usually only manned by one person. When that one person, being me in this case, breaks, the person in concessions keeps an eye on box office until that employee returns. The concessionist, however, was in the back kitchen stocking supplies. The bastard kids, not seeing anybody in the lobby, leapt over a railing (1), dug through a cabinet (2), took their skateboards (3), and took money out of the register (4), as well as taking several pairs of sunglasses and other various stupid crap from the lost and found bucket (5). They then ran into the theater I happened to be in and started skating around again. We’ve got all of this crystal clear on video.
I showed this to the mom and the kids.
AP: Those are not my kids! No child of mine would do this!
*At this point, my manager demands the kids empty their pockets, and voila! They had over $100 in cash on them, and the various stuff taken from the lost and found. The fact that they had their damn skateboards and looked EXACTLY like the kids in the video should’ve been evidence enough.
ME: Ma’am, you have 2 options. The first being you either can take both of these children and leave with the knowledge that they are barred from this theater and are lucky to avoid charges, or you can fight this any further and lose a lot of effort and money on taking this court. Your kids are criminals, that much is proven.
The kids then talked with the mom and still denied any wrongdoing, the mom I think understood the situation a little better and took them outside to the car, where she proceeded to slap the hell out of her son, the other kid probably deserved as much.
More stories to come.
1. SKATEBOARDIN RASCALS
SK 1, 2 = Skateboarding kids, or spawn of satan
ME = elevator
ME: Hey guys, no skateboards in the theater. Please leave them with us at the front desk and we’ll return them to you when you leave the theater.
SK1: No way, dude! You’re gonna keep them and not give them back.
SK2: Yeah because our friends have lost a lot of boards here to you guys.
ME: *eye roll* I promise, I’ll give them back. They’ll be sitting right here in plain sight. Nobody will touch them, I swear.
SK2: Why can’t we just take them in? We’re not gonna be skating in the theater.
SK1: Yeah why’s it a big deal, are you a nazi or something?
ME: Yes I’m a nazi. Just leave the decks up here and you’ll get them back, I can’t permit you to take those in. It’s a safety issue as well, we can’t have you guys getting hurt in here because you fall down or whatever. Leave them here.
SK1: Fine…
*So they leave their skateboards up with me at the front desk. A few minutes later I go to break, satisfied those little punker bastards won’t be skating in the theater. Now, our movie theater is kind of out in the middle of the country, so there are not a whole lot of places to go on lunch and breaks. Generally we just go to a theater and watch part of a movie until it’s time to go back to work. So I stroll into Transformers to catch some of it. Now this is a Tuesday. We’re generally really really dead on weekdays, so this Transformers theater was empty except for me and one couple. As I’m watching the movie, something goes rolling down the aisle: one of those bastard kids on a skateboard!
I stand up and SK1 sees me and runs out the exit door, SK2 I couldn’t see so I abandoned him for kid 2. I catch up with him and drag him to the office. I have a manager hold him there while I go find the other kid. He’s casually walking out the front door trying to blend in but I recognize him and have a fellow co worker corner him and take him to the office.
ME: I thought I told you guys no skateboarding!
SK1: I’m gonna have my dad sue you, you asshole!
ME: We’ll see about that.
I permit SK1 to call his mom to come to the theater to represent her kid in this. She comes in all fire-and-brimstone, screaming at us.
AP = angry parent
AP: how dare you touch my child, how DARE you!!
ME: Ma’am, I had no choice. We want to show you and your child, along with his friend, the security video.
Little did they know, while the kids were being retained my manager and I had looked at the security footage. Our box office on weekdays is usually only manned by one person. When that one person, being me in this case, breaks, the person in concessions keeps an eye on box office until that employee returns. The concessionist, however, was in the back kitchen stocking supplies. The bastard kids, not seeing anybody in the lobby, leapt over a railing (1), dug through a cabinet (2), took their skateboards (3), and took money out of the register (4), as well as taking several pairs of sunglasses and other various stupid crap from the lost and found bucket (5). They then ran into the theater I happened to be in and started skating around again. We’ve got all of this crystal clear on video.
I showed this to the mom and the kids.
AP: Those are not my kids! No child of mine would do this!
*At this point, my manager demands the kids empty their pockets, and voila! They had over $100 in cash on them, and the various stuff taken from the lost and found. The fact that they had their damn skateboards and looked EXACTLY like the kids in the video should’ve been evidence enough.
ME: Ma’am, you have 2 options. The first being you either can take both of these children and leave with the knowledge that they are barred from this theater and are lucky to avoid charges, or you can fight this any further and lose a lot of effort and money on taking this court. Your kids are criminals, that much is proven.
The kids then talked with the mom and still denied any wrongdoing, the mom I think understood the situation a little better and took them outside to the car, where she proceeded to slap the hell out of her son, the other kid probably deserved as much.
More stories to come.
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