Unfiltered Story #193775

, , | Unfiltered | May 4, 2020

(A few years ago, I went with my dad to go see “Zero Dark Thirty”. We were a few seats away from a group of young kids likely between the ages of ten and thirteen. They talked loudly during the previews and the first few minutes of the film. Luckily, they kept quiet shortly after… Until about an hour into the film.)

Character in the film: “…And they have slaughtered our forward deployed! And what the f*** have we done about it, huh?!”

One of the kids: “Nothing!”

(They start talking and laughing really loudly again for the next few minutes. I was about to go over to tell them to shut up, but I see an elderly woman already chewing them out.)

Woman: “You’re being very rude. If you guys don’t be quiet, I’m gonna go get security.”

(About two minutes after that, they start talking and giggling loudly again. This time, the woman leaves to go get security. Just a few seconds later, the kids get up and leave the theater. I later realize that they probably snuck in. It was an R-rated movie and they didn’t have an adult with them.)

Unfiltered Story #193723

, , , | Unfiltered | May 1, 2020

(I’m working in the box office of a local theater when an older man walks up to me.)

Me: Hey there. What can I do for you?

Customer: Hi. Do you have tickets for sporting events?

(We sometimes have special live events for UFC fights and whatnot, so this isn’t an odd request for us. I ask for fora date and start searching my monitor for anything of the like.)

Customer: Oh, I don’t mean at the show.

Me: Not at the show?

Customer: Yes.

Me: So you want tickets for an event at an actual sports stadium?

Customer: Yes.

Me: …We don’t have tickets for that. You’ll need to get them through the actual stadium.

Customer: Oh. Well, alright then.

She Should Just Scoot On Out Of There

, , , , | Right | April 30, 2020

I am working at a movie theater. As part of the safety precautions, larger items aren’t allowed in the auditorium. A school class was here yesterday for a private viewing and a boy had to leave his scooter with us. We have a little room behind the register, barely big enough to store bigger items and for lost and found, where the employee on duty stored the scooter.

Apparently, the little boy forgot to reclaim his scooter after the movie, so the next day, as soon as we open, he and his mother return to get it. The mother approaches me angrily, as if it is my fault and not her son’s.

Mother: “My son forgot his scooter here yesterday. It’s red and black. Is it still there?”

Me: “Let me check.”

I check the small room and it’s there, the only scooter we have at the moment, so I bring it out.

Mother: “Well, thanks. Wait, it doesn’t look right. The handle is too high!”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry, that must have happened while carrying it.”

Mother: “Bulls***! It can’t just adjust like that while carrying it. You have to use a screwdriver to adjust it. Someone did this on purpose and probably drove around in that room back there!”

Me: “I assure you, nobody—”

Mother: *Interrupting* “Bulls***! You’re lying! You or one of your colleagues was driving around on it.”

Me: “We respect our customers’ belongings, and apart from that, we have neither the time nor the space for driving around on your kid’s scooter.”

The manager — who is maybe about twenty-five — and another curious employee come to join me because they overheard the woman getting louder and louder.

Manager: “Excuse me, may I help you?”

The mother tells the manager that someone drove around on the scooter and that I’m lying to her.

Mother: “But maybe you dumb young people just can’t grasp what I’m trying to say. Maybe—” *turns to me* “—you could call the manager so he can listen to how you treat me.”

I turn around to the manager who is standing next to me.

Me: “[Manager], this woman needs your help.”

Mother: “You’re the— Anyway, do something!”

Manager: “Maybe we could get a screwdriver from the office and readjust your son’s scooter. Although I highly doubt any of our employees used the scooter, I apologize for any inconvenience.”

Meanwhile, the son is looking more and more visibly embarrassed for his mother’s behavior. Suddenly, while holding the scooter the whole time, he begins nudging her and trying to tell her something.

Boy: “Mooom?”

Mother: “Not now!”

Boy: “But Moooom!”

Mother: “WHAT IS IT?!”

Boy: “Look, the handle can be readjusted without a screwdriver; you just have to pull and—”

The mother has a shocked stare and then turns back to us.

Mother: “Anyway, there is probably something else you did wrong, so I’m not sorry for accusing you!”

She stormed off.

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Having A Girlfriend Should Be All The Boost You Need

, , , , , | Romantic | April 28, 2020

I go on a date with my boyfriend to the movies. When he comes to pick me up… there is another girl in the car. When he tells me her name I know it is the girl he has told me about who has a crush on him. I don’t say anything on our way to the movies.

He goes up to get snacks and the girl and I are left alone.

Girl: “He didn’t tell me he had a girlfriend.”

Me: “He didn’t tell me he was bringing anyone else. He did the same thing last time but brought his brother along.”

Girl: “Why would he do this?!”

Me: “He thinks we’ll fight over him and get an ego boost.”

Girl: “Ugh!”

Me: “Yeah. He’s not worth it.”

He comes back and we take our drinks and I look at him.

Me: “She and I are sitting in the top corner to enjoy the movie. You can sit someplace else. Far away.”

He kept asking what he did as we walk in and take our seats, both of us girls agreeing that he was so not worth it. I officially broke up with him that night.

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Unfiltered Story #192943

, , , | Unfiltered | April 28, 2020

(I work at a movie theater. If a movie is rated R, you must be 17 to buy a ticket or watch with a guardian who is at least 21. A group of 7-8 teenagers approach the box office where I am working.)

Me: “Hi, what can I get for you?”

Teenager 1: “Hi, would we be able to see [movie]?”

(Since the movie is rated R and I notice most of them appear quite young, I need to confirm their ages)

Me: “Are all of you at least 17?”

(They look around at each other. At this point I’m nearly positive they’re all underage. A few of them point to one teenager)

Teenager 1: “He is.”

Me: “Okay, he can go see it. The rest of you can’t though since the rest of you aren’t 17.”

Teenager 1: “But he’s an adult, we should be able to go see it then.”

Me: “Well, none of you are 17. Plus, if he wants to buy R-rated tickets for someone other than himself, he needs to be at least 21.”

(At this point they’re becoming desperate to see the movie.)

Teenager 2: “Well he’s considered an adult. Like, in my culture I could be considered an adult at my age.”

Me: “You’re not 17 though and there’s no one who’s at least 21 in your group. I’m sorry, but you can’t go see it.”

Teenager 1: “So? It’s not like we’re drinking, we’re just going to see [movie].”

Me: “That has nothing to do with this. You’re not 17. You can’t see this movie.”

Teenager 1: *crosses her arms* “Can we speak to a manager?”

Me: “Yea, if you come over to guest services I can call one for you, but they’re going to say the same thing anyway.”

Teenager 1: *realizes she’s beaten* “You know what, never mind.”

(The group leaves as I quietly laugh to myself. Some kids simply do not understand they can’t do what ever they want.)