(I am serving popcorn to customers. It’s kind of slow since it’s close to closing. A customer comes up to me and my co-worker:)
Customer: “Hey, don’t you guys have free popcorn after nine?”
Me: “Uh… no.”
Coworker: “Yeah, no.”
Customer: “Oh, I mean after 9:15, and oh, look, it’s 9:15.”
Me: “No.”
Customer: “No? D***!” *walks out of the theatre*
Coworker: “What just happened?”
Customer: “What is the movie with the boy and girl and they fall in love?”
Me: “Uh… that could be literally any movie ever made.”
(This is my first job ever. I’m working concessions when a certain older gentleman who is a well-known actor comes to my counter with his lady friend.)
Guest: “I’ll have a small popcorn please.”
Me: “One regular popcorn. That’ll be $4.25.”
Guest: “I said I’d like a small popcorn. Not a regular size.”
Me: “I’m sorry. Regular is our smallest size.”
Guest: “But you just said I could have a small popcorn. I don’t want to pay for a regular when I ordered a small.”
Me: “Yes, sir. If you look at the display behind me you’ll see our popcorn bags with the three sizes displayed: regular, large, and extra large. It’s really just a name to make them seem bigger, but they are essentially small, medium, and large respectively.”
Guest: “But I just want a small popcorn! I don’t understand of any of this. I just can’t. I can’t DEAL with this.” *to lady* “Can you please? I’ve just got to go sit down.”
Me: “I’m so sorry for the confusion, ma’am.”
Lady: “Oh, don’t worry about him. He’s just getting old. Thank you for being so patient. So a small popcorn?”
Me: “Coming right up.”
(We shared a laugh.)
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(My son works at a drive-in theater. I drive him to work and pull in the exit/employee entrance. There are multiple signs “DO NOT ENTER” “EXIT” “EMPLOYEES ONLY”. A woman follows us in.)
Son: “You can’t come in this way. I need you to go back out and come in the entrance.”
Woman: “Where do I pay?”
Son: “At the entrance.”
Woman: “I didn’t see anyone.”
Son: “You came in the exit. You need to come in the entrance.”
Woman: “But I followed YOU!”
Son: *points to shirt that says STAFF* “I work here so I can come in the employee entrance. My mom is leaving; you can follow her out.”
Woman: “But where do I go?!”
(By this time the owner has come out to see what is taking him so long.)
Owner: “You go out the exit and look for the six-foot-high sign that says ENTRANCE.”
Woman: “You mean the one with all the lights?”
Owner: “Yes.”
Woman: “How was I supposed to know? All I saw was DO NOT ENTER. I should get in free. This is too confusing.”
(In my marriage, I’m known for being more logical and over-analytical, while my husband is more emotional. We’ve just watched ‘Avengers: Age of Ultron.’)
Boyfriend: *for the millionth time* “The Vision is my favorite Avenger!”
Me: “How is it that emotion-boy’s favorite Avenger is a philosophical robot?”
Boyfriend: *stares at me, then breaks up laughing*
Me: “Oh.”
