"hey do you guys sell CDs?"

okay so like, we sell tickets inside at the concession stand during the week since we're so dead, and the person who sells concession also does tickets. anyhow there's this HUGE SIGN white background with RED lettering in the box office window that says "PLEASE PURCHASE TICKETS INSIDE AT THE CONCESSION STAND."

yet i continually have dumbasses that breeze right by the stand (it's when you first come into the door, where there are stantions with "PURCHASE TICKETS HERE" posted) and get all the way to the ******* ticket taker and they go:

"is this where i buy tickets?"

yes, from the mother******* special needs kid who couldn't ******* add the price of two bargain matinee tickets if his life depended on it.

It pleases me to know that dumb customers are a universal thing.

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THERE IS NO CURE FOR THE PURE

Hello, you LIVE THERE.

alright so the other night this fukkin couple came to the theatre, and they were sorta youngish looking so my employee mike standing door (ticket taker) does his job and requests to see ID since it's for texas chainsaw massacre, which is rated R.

on her way out the door to get it, the girlfriend is bitching and says to her boyfriend in passing "he wants to see my ID 'cause of he age, he's a faggit."

so i'm sitting at customer service and go "EXCUSE ME? what did you just call my employee?"

"was i talking to YOU?!" the biiitch whirls around and gets all ghetto-eyed, so i crack a smile.

"no, but now you are, and you don't need to go calling my employee names. they don't get paid enough to come to work and take that kind of abuse."

but before i could say anything more she was out the door and i went over to her boyfriend, explained to him that i was sorry but they wouldn't be seeing a movie here tonight.

"are you serious? you can't do that." the ******** says.

"yeah i can. i have the right to refuse service to anyone i want." me in my retarded yellow tie and stupid black blazer.

by now the girlfriend had come back in, screaming about how what i was doing wasn't allowed, where was it printed that i have the right to refuse service?

"right on the back of your tickets, the ones i'm gonna refund to you plus your drink so you won't be losing any money tonight. you can go to westlake or janss, but you're not staying here."

as i hand the girl her money back i smile and say "have a great night!" and she flips me off and calls me a loser.

it was awesome.

well i was just passing through again....