He’s Here To See “The Hangover”

The theater has just opened. It’s a quarter to ten in the morning, and a very disheveled man staggers into the lobby. He is so drunk that it takes him almost a full minute to cross the lobby, maybe twenty feet. He nearly falls down twice, and once he reaches the concession counter, he only remains standing by leaning on the counter. I have to take a step back because the smell of alcohol is so strong.

Me: “How can I help you?”

Drunk: “Uhhh… what time does the bar open?”

Me: “Four o’clock.”

I do not point out that he would never be served in his condition. The drunk man stares at me for a good twenty seconds before replying.

Drunk: “Okay.”

He staggered away and collapsed on a bench where he remained for forty minutes until disappearing to go watch his movie.