Unfiltered Story #155576

, , | Unfiltered | June 29, 2019

(So for some reason I’m the only one who ever interacts with the weird teenage girls. Granted we have a small staff and while I doubt the fact that I was the only male on staff at the time, I really think I’m just this unlucky. So one of those teen romance movies ends and the girl and her friend walk over to one of the benches we have in the lobby. The girl sits down on the floor and begins rolling around while her friend sits on the bench. As its getting close to closing time and I want to pretend there isn’t a girl rolling around on the floor I decide to start putting some of the things away and begin counting inventory. I’m currently squatting behind the counter looking in a cabinet.)

Girl: *In a concerned voice* “[My nnaaaammmmeeeeee]?? [My nnnnnnaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeee]????”

*Confused I poke my head over the counter*

Girl: “Oh good, you’re still here”

Me: “Yeah. I’m just taking care of a few things”

Girl: “Oh okay” *She continues rolling around on the floor*

(So several months later a group of girls came into the theater asking for me. Fortunately for me I wasn’t there at the time they asked but my shift was starting later that night. So when I showed up one of my co-workers quickly brought me up to speed on the situation.)

Co-Worker: “So theres a group of girls asking for you…”

Me: “Like annoying teenage girls?”

Co-Worker: “…Yeah…”

Me: “Right. So I’ll be in the backroom. Call me after they leave or if you need me. But it better be an emergency.”

*I quickly hid in the backroom to re-organize some things since I’ll probably be there awhile*

(After about 10 minutes my co-worker comes back to let me know they left)

Me: *Looking at my co-workers* “I hate my life so much”

Co-Worker 2: “Why was there a group of girls here to see you?”

Me: “I don’t know. I always interact with the weird ones.”

Co-worker: “Well, I just wanted to let you know that while you were hiding they told us about how they were hiding in a dumpster waiting for people to walk by so they could jump out and scare them.”

Me: *Bangs head against wall* “I literally can’t even right now”

(Several months after that I’m standing at the little stand thing where I rip tickets and let people know which direction to travel in to get to the theater.)

Girl: *Looking excitedly at me* “[My name]!!! Do you remember me?”

Me: “Nope”

Girl: “I came here with [Name of friend] to see that movie!”

Me: “I don’t even know who that is.”

Girl: *Walks closer to me with her phone* “Hold on”

(I assume that she’s going to show my a picture of her friend but I was sorely wrong)

Girl: *Standing beside me, she opens Snapchat, makes a duck face and takes a selfie with me. Giggling she walks away.*

Co-Worker: “What was that?”

Me: “How am I supposed to know?!”

(I have more stories like this but to this day I don’t know if any of the different girls are actually the same girl)