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For some odd reason we had field trips come to the theater. About four of them if I'm not mistaken. The last group was a group of highschool kids and they had the few ushers there (me and 2 others) directing them which theater to go to so they wouldn't wander into the wrong one.
So I'm standing by theater 12 watching people go by when this one girl (bout, 15-16) heads my way towards the theater and raises her hand.
Now, I know she wants me to give her a high five but if you've read my previous thread about things not to do to me at work, you'll understand where this story goes.
I just stand there and look at her, leaving her hanging.
H: teen girl
Me
H: What? Are you not allowed to give high fives?
Me: No, I just don't like people touching me
Then she gets this whole "I'm offended" look and walks into her theater.
Like i could give a shit. I'm not here to humor people. If i wanted to be touched i would ask for it.
Then i was taking tickets later and this old dude walks up to me. we have these comment cards that the patrons can fill out to tell how there experience was. Well, this guy thought the pencils were too dull
WTF?
Who the hell complains about something like that. So while he's talking to me, he gentley grabs me by the arm to make sure i pay attention to him
I gentley, but noticably, pull my arm away and then send the guy to talk to a manager.
Dude, Can i not have some personal space?
So I'm standing by theater 12 watching people go by when this one girl (bout, 15-16) heads my way towards the theater and raises her hand.
Now, I know she wants me to give her a high five but if you've read my previous thread about things not to do to me at work, you'll understand where this story goes.
I just stand there and look at her, leaving her hanging.
H: teen girl
Me
H: What? Are you not allowed to give high fives?
Me: No, I just don't like people touching me
Then she gets this whole "I'm offended" look and walks into her theater.
Like i could give a shit. I'm not here to humor people. If i wanted to be touched i would ask for it.
Then i was taking tickets later and this old dude walks up to me. we have these comment cards that the patrons can fill out to tell how there experience was. Well, this guy thought the pencils were too dull
WTF?
Who the hell complains about something like that. So while he's talking to me, he gentley grabs me by the arm to make sure i pay attention to him
I gentley, but noticably, pull my arm away and then send the guy to talk to a manager.
Dude, Can i not have some personal space?
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