Act Of Misdirection

(I am volunteering and have been assigned to a small cinema for a South African film where the director is appearing. My job is to guard the seats reserved for VIPs.)

Customer: “Listen, do I really have to sit in these seats so far back?”

Me: “Sorry, but these are reserved for VIP personnel only. However, if there are still free seats when the movie starts, then we can see about seating you here.”

Customer: “Look, the director of the film gave me tickets himself!” *folds arms for dramatic effect and looks sternly at me*

Me: “Err… isn’t the director a woman?”

(The customer quickly looks nervous and drains of colour. They scuttle back to their seat quickly.)