Smells Like Teenage Dispirit

(I am the usher on the opening weekend of ‘Ted,’ and it is quite busy. I walk into the theatre, and notice about ten teens sitting on the floor.)

Me: “Hi, guys, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to find seats.”

(The teens look at each other, then all mumble their refuse, and try to ignore me.)

Me: “Sitting on the floor is against our policy, because it poses a hazard for both yourselves and other patrons. You can either relocate yourselves, or leave the theatre.”

(They leave, swearing at me, and emptying their popcorn in a trail all the way from the last theatre in the building to the front doors, and abuse the manager on their way out.

Me: *angry* “Don’t worry about your popcorn, guys; we’ll clean up after you!”

(I was promptly told off by my manager for letting my anger get the better of me.)