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Some of you may know that Justin Bieber opened for Taylor Swift this weekend at Gillette. Well, this story was making its way through southeastern New England about 2 seconds after it happened, so now I bring it to you (as told to me by several coworkers and DH--this happened at one of our theatres. 
JB: Justin Bieber
DH: my dear hubs
AM: Awesome manager
I guess JB was looking for entertainment before the concert, so he went to our movie theatre next door to Gillette Stadium to kill some time. He and his people bought tickets, and my DH, who was working at the time, escorted them in to their theatre and got them settled discreetly.
Of course, when there's a celebrity on the premises, people know, and talk. Suddenly the lobby was crowded with screeching tween girls in Bieber shirts, and the employees figured it out pretty quickly. While the Bieber-ettes were trying to ferret out the location of their idol, one of the servers came up to speak to AM.
Now first I'll explain that some our theatres have special "Luxury" sections in the back rows. These areas are very posh; separated from the general admission seats by a velvet rope, assigned seating in leather recliner type chairs, table service, full menu...and bar. Therefore, the Luxury area is 21+ and strictly enforced as a condition of our liquor license. One of the servers assigned to Luxury soon realized that she had some unexpected guests in her section.
Server: AM...uh, did you let JB into Luxury?
AM: What? No! Isn't he, like, twelve?
Server: Sixteen actually. But he's sitting at one of my tables.
AM: Oh godammit. He must have hopped the rope.
Server: Are you gonna tell him or-
AM: I got it. Crap.
So AM had to go kick Justin Bieber out. He was sitting at the table with his minders, both of whom were adults.
AM: Uh, hi guys. Look, JB, I hate to have to do this, but I know who you are and I can't let you sit in this section since you're underage.
JB: It's fine.
AM:....no. It's not. I'll be happy to show you to your original seats. I just can't risk losing my liquor license if you sit here.
Minder: It's OK. I used to work in a bar, I know how it goes. C'mon, JB.
JB: This is bullshit! So fucking retarded. You know they serve booze at Chuck E Cheese!
AM:
It's not up for debate. I need you to come with me.
JB: Whatever. Such bullshit.
AM: Would you like a refund?
JB: NO!
They finally get up and go back down to their real seats in the general admission section.
AM:
Side note: by the time JB's movie was over, there were about 50 Bieber-ettes casually leaning against the wall by the exit door, casually holding up their cell phones with their thumbs casually hovering over the camera buttons. DH comes up:
DH: Ladies, he's gone.
Bieber-ettes: OK.
They don't move.
DH: No really. He went out the back way to avoid the crowds.
Bieber-ettes: So he's coming out?
DH: *Jesus* NO. Please leave.
Bieber-ettes: *grumble*
If they only know what a tool their boy was....
....they wouldn't give a rat's ass. Because he's SOOOO CUUUUTE!
The End!
JB: Justin Bieber
DH: my dear hubs
AM: Awesome manager
I guess JB was looking for entertainment before the concert, so he went to our movie theatre next door to Gillette Stadium to kill some time. He and his people bought tickets, and my DH, who was working at the time, escorted them in to their theatre and got them settled discreetly.
Of course, when there's a celebrity on the premises, people know, and talk. Suddenly the lobby was crowded with screeching tween girls in Bieber shirts, and the employees figured it out pretty quickly. While the Bieber-ettes were trying to ferret out the location of their idol, one of the servers came up to speak to AM.
Now first I'll explain that some our theatres have special "Luxury" sections in the back rows. These areas are very posh; separated from the general admission seats by a velvet rope, assigned seating in leather recliner type chairs, table service, full menu...and bar. Therefore, the Luxury area is 21+ and strictly enforced as a condition of our liquor license. One of the servers assigned to Luxury soon realized that she had some unexpected guests in her section.
Server: AM...uh, did you let JB into Luxury?
AM: What? No! Isn't he, like, twelve?
Server: Sixteen actually. But he's sitting at one of my tables.
AM: Oh godammit. He must have hopped the rope.
Server: Are you gonna tell him or-
AM: I got it. Crap.
So AM had to go kick Justin Bieber out. He was sitting at the table with his minders, both of whom were adults.
AM: Uh, hi guys. Look, JB, I hate to have to do this, but I know who you are and I can't let you sit in this section since you're underage.
JB: It's fine.
AM:....no. It's not. I'll be happy to show you to your original seats. I just can't risk losing my liquor license if you sit here.
Minder: It's OK. I used to work in a bar, I know how it goes. C'mon, JB.
JB: This is bullshit! So fucking retarded. You know they serve booze at Chuck E Cheese!
AM:
It's not up for debate. I need you to come with me.JB: Whatever. Such bullshit.
AM: Would you like a refund?
JB: NO!
They finally get up and go back down to their real seats in the general admission section.
AM:
Side note: by the time JB's movie was over, there were about 50 Bieber-ettes casually leaning against the wall by the exit door, casually holding up their cell phones with their thumbs casually hovering over the camera buttons. DH comes up:
DH: Ladies, he's gone.
Bieber-ettes: OK.
They don't move.
DH: No really. He went out the back way to avoid the crowds.
Bieber-ettes: So he's coming out?
DH: *Jesus* NO. Please leave.
Bieber-ettes: *grumble*
If they only know what a tool their boy was....
....they wouldn't give a rat's ass. Because he's SOOOO CUUUUTE!
The End!
eyes" had her in mind.
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