Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?

It has been a fairly slow night at our theater. Only one of the movies is actually bringing any business in but it’s still not nearly close to selling out. About halfway through the movie, a guest comes out and tells us there is someone stumbling around with a bottle of whiskey in their hand. 

Our manager comes down to escort him out. As they pass by, I overhear them.

Guest: “So… how’d ya know?”

My manager glances at me, trying his best not to laugh.

Manager: “The bottle’s in your hand.”

Guest: “Oh… Do I gotta throw it away?”

He wouldn’t throw it away until he finished it, but at least he left without a fight.