Ok, so at one point, I was wearing black gloves on shift because I had impetigo sores over them and was taking antibiotics for a week. I was also banned from the concessions stand for that week.
One day, some kids come up to me while I was on ticket ripping duty:
SC- The both of them (I remember what was said, but not who said it)
Me-
SC: Hey, we left something in screen <number>
Me: *checks sheet* I'm sorry, but the next showing has already started, I'll ask the guys who cleaned it if they lost your item.
SC: Can't we just take a look in?
Me: *having failed to reach a manager* Unfortunately I can't leave this place unattended, and since the next program has begun. I can't let you in without someone to go in with you. You're welcome to come back at <time> when the next showing has ended, or until someone from the concessions stand can cover for me.
The boys fume, walk off, and I don't hear from them again.
Two days later, I'm off the antibiotics and my hands have cleared up. One of the Team Leaders comes up to me:
TL: Apparently you refused two boys into a screen.
Me: Did I?
TL: You're the only one who wore gloves on shift in my memory.
Me: Oh yeah, those two...
TL: Would you care to tell me your side of the story?
I told him that I hadn't refused them outright, but clearly stated why I couldn't let them in unattended, and I couldn't get a manager at the time. He nods calmly and walks off. I instantly had the feeling he was going upstairs, on the phone, and pwning a pair of kids for having selective hearing.
One day, some kids come up to me while I was on ticket ripping duty:
SC- The both of them (I remember what was said, but not who said it)
Me-
SC: Hey, we left something in screen <number>
Me: *checks sheet* I'm sorry, but the next showing has already started, I'll ask the guys who cleaned it if they lost your item.
SC: Can't we just take a look in?
Me: *having failed to reach a manager* Unfortunately I can't leave this place unattended, and since the next program has begun. I can't let you in without someone to go in with you. You're welcome to come back at <time> when the next showing has ended, or until someone from the concessions stand can cover for me.
The boys fume, walk off, and I don't hear from them again.
Two days later, I'm off the antibiotics and my hands have cleared up. One of the Team Leaders comes up to me:
TL: Apparently you refused two boys into a screen.
Me: Did I?
TL: You're the only one who wore gloves on shift in my memory.
Me: Oh yeah, those two...
TL: Would you care to tell me your side of the story?
I told him that I hadn't refused them outright, but clearly stated why I couldn't let them in unattended, and I couldn't get a manager at the time. He nods calmly and walks off. I instantly had the feeling he was going upstairs, on the phone, and pwning a pair of kids for having selective hearing.
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