I didn't want to continue off-topic in your Blackstone thread.
[color=ff0000]WARNING -- WARNING -- ICKY ALERT[/color]
Can you top this one?
I wasn't on duty, but I heard about it later. Performance is over, clean-up crew rushes in to prep for the next show. One of them notices a woman down between a row of seats, goes over, intending to ask if assistance is needed (for locating a lost item, etc.).
Her pants are down.
She is taking a pee.
On the floor.
Apparently she didn't want to miss the end of the show, and then couldn't make it to the potty-room in time.
Then there was the time a woman chewed me out, because she had seen a preview for "Crocodile Dundee" in THIS theater, that said it started TODAY at THIS THEATER, and WHY ISN'T IT HERE? After I recovered, I remembered that there was never a preview run for "Crocodile Dundee." (The movie did play a couple weeks later.)
Or the time I got chewed out by a woman (ummm, seems to be a pattern) after a sell-out of something (one of the Batmans?). I asked her and the hubby to move over to get a couple more seats together for another group. They did move, but she ranted at me after the show that I totally ruined it for her.
Or the time one of the local maniac/delinquents (who should have been locked away in a cell somewhere) rammed his face into a wall for purpose of leaving a dent with his nose. (The dent is still there.)
Power failures. Films arriving late. Trying to keep customers IN the building who were trying to get OUT to their cars while pieces of fiberglass from the nursery next door were blowing by because a tornado was passing down the road.
I started in summer of 1978 (at age 15) as projectionist at the little one-screen in my home town, 2000' reels, carbon-arc lamps. That venue is still running, been in continuous operation for more than 50 years. They've upgraded, of course, to modern equipment.
[color=ff0000]WARNING -- WARNING -- ICKY ALERT[/color]
Can you top this one?
I wasn't on duty, but I heard about it later. Performance is over, clean-up crew rushes in to prep for the next show. One of them notices a woman down between a row of seats, goes over, intending to ask if assistance is needed (for locating a lost item, etc.).
Her pants are down.
She is taking a pee.
On the floor.
Apparently she didn't want to miss the end of the show, and then couldn't make it to the potty-room in time.
Then there was the time a woman chewed me out, because she had seen a preview for "Crocodile Dundee" in THIS theater, that said it started TODAY at THIS THEATER, and WHY ISN'T IT HERE? After I recovered, I remembered that there was never a preview run for "Crocodile Dundee." (The movie did play a couple weeks later.)
Or the time I got chewed out by a woman (ummm, seems to be a pattern) after a sell-out of something (one of the Batmans?). I asked her and the hubby to move over to get a couple more seats together for another group. They did move, but she ranted at me after the show that I totally ruined it for her.
Or the time one of the local maniac/delinquents (who should have been locked away in a cell somewhere) rammed his face into a wall for purpose of leaving a dent with his nose. (The dent is still there.)
Power failures. Films arriving late. Trying to keep customers IN the building who were trying to get OUT to their cars while pieces of fiberglass from the nursery next door were blowing by because a tornado was passing down the road.
I started in summer of 1978 (at age 15) as projectionist at the little one-screen in my home town, 2000' reels, carbon-arc lamps. That venue is still running, been in continuous operation for more than 50 years. They've upgraded, of course, to modern equipment.