Beware Of The Sweet Disposition

(It’s a slow day. My coworker and I are standing at the register waiting to see if we’re having another no-show. A friendly young couple walks in and asks for two tickets to a show. Then, the girlfriend chimes in.)

Girlfriend: “Hey, so, I see those three movies there…”

(She points to the three poster frames in the lobby showcasing what movies we have.)

Girlfriend: “So where do you keep the things for those?”

Me: “Um, do you mean where do we keep the posters?”

(The girlfriend begins shouting slowly as if I didn’t hear her.)

Girlfriend: “THE THING FOR THE MOVIES! WHERE DO YOU KEEP IT?”

Me: “… I, I still don’t understand. Do you mean the…”

Girlfriend: “YOU HAVE THE THREE MOVIES IN THE SIGNS! WHERE—”

(The boyfriend quietly slides behind her and reached his hand around to her mouth. He drops what looked like a caramel block into her mouth. As soon as he did, she immediately mellowed out and they both quietly walked out of the theater.)