Nice, Old People Are My Kryptonite

Worked at the movie theater again this past weekend! It was a bad time for Tubs sales for me (last weekend I sold 10, this weekend, I sold three...One was to my parents, and I all but forced one lady to buy it....) and overall people just treated me awful. Of course, my co-workers are amazing and make it that much better.

Let me start out by addressing the title and saying this: If you are an old person, and walk up to my register with a smile and call me “sweety” or “honey”, I will be like Jell-o in your hands. I would walk the ends of the Earth for anything to make you happy. You want fresh popcorn? I will run over and fill you up a bag that is still popping from the popper. You want extra sauce for your chicken tenders? I'll give you a BBQ and a Ranch. You want help carrying the popcorn to your theaters? I will gladly walk all the way to theater number 19 (the one the furthest away from the concession stand) just to make you happy. Nice, old people truly are my Kryptonite.

Just because you are old, however, does not make you nice. One way to crush my dreams is to stand in line, looking like an awesome, super-nice, old person and then getting up to the counter and yelling at me and complaining about all your problems. It lets me down and crushes my soul.

Let me now enlighten you all with a little secret: I am not a slave. I realize you want your popcorn and some soda, but honestly, uttering even a soft “please” and “thank you” will not kill you. And for Pete's sake, I am still a human being. Don't treat me like some sort of animal. Do you think I like serving you? And to all those people who come up to the counter all ticked off and angry for no good reason, do you realize how lucky you are? Honestly, can you imagine a life where there isn't a movie theater and little theater clones to serve you and your every wish? Imagine a life where you do not have any freedoms and live every day in fear. Now, doesn't that make you a little happier with your life and make you less likely to take it out on someone who is serving you food and drink? I would hope so. And for all of you business people that come up to the concession stand acting like you are SO much better than the concession workers, don't you remember your first minimum wage job? Do you remember how you felt when people treated you like crap? Yeah, it wasn't cool, was it?

Also, I realize you heard the Tubs pitch when you went up to get your tickets. It is my job, however, to say the benefits of the membership and to try and get you to buy it at the concession stand. Trust me, I don't enjoy saying it over and over again (my voice doesn't enjoy it either and I end up losing it half the time). So when I am explaining it to you, don't get mad at me. I'll get fired if I don't tell you about it. I'm only taking up at MOST fifteen seconds, I think you can suffer. Another point, you only need to say “No,” once. If I ask you and you reply with:

“No, oh no, nope. I don't need that rewards program, that's not for me. Nope! Not at all.”

I will simply say, “No, yourself. If you say 'No' one more time, I will unknowingly charge you for an extra cheese and spit in your ICEE when I walk around the concession stand to grab it for you.” Okay, obviously, I won't do that, but that's what I feel like saying/doing sometimes. You only need to say no once and I get the picture!

For all you people who say I only go to the movies “once a year”, I call bull-crap on that one! I understand if you don't go that often, but when you say the last time you say a movie was Crazy, Stupid Love, I know for a fact you are lying. Although it seems like it was such a long time ago, that was only three or four months ago. And if you spend sixty dollars at the concession stand, I think you can afford to spend six dollars for the program (especially if you will save three dollars from popcorn and drinks; so in reality it's like spending only three more dollars).

But, as always, the people I work with are wonderful. I worked with my lovely Abby-kins, Lisa, Ashley, Jo-Jo, Ryan, Jake and Anna. They made my life awesome this weekend, not to mention I found out a few of them had been reading my blog, which made me happier than like anything. So a huge shout out to them and their lovely selves.

“How much is that number one combo?”

“$13.25”

“$13.25? For a popcorn and a pop?!”

“Yes ma'am.”

“That is absolutely ridiculous, oh my gosh.”

“Were you getting it today?”

“Yeah, that is so awful. Way too expensive.”

fills up popcorn and pop

“Oh my gosh, those are such huge sizes!!”

…..

K.G. Sunshine