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I worked at a movie theater for 4 and a half years. I have so many horror stories. This one is one of my favorites though:
This woman and her husband brought a small child (I don't have kids, but I would say around 8 months or so) to see Red Dragon with them. Yes, Red Dragon, the movie with scary ass Ralph Fiennes and Anthony Hopkins. This was at the 9:30 showing on a SATURDAY. I knew there were going to be problems the second they walked in.
So about 20 minutes into the movie, the baby starts crying. The mom brings the baby out into the lobby for a few minutes, and she/he calms down. They go back in. A few minutes later, I'm checking the movie, and I here the baby start fussing. So I stand at the door so I can make sure she takes the baby out. She doesn't. No, she gets up out of her seat and takes the baby down to the very front of the theater, where she proceeds to toss the baby up in the air, talk baby talk to it, and just generally do calming mommy things. That's good...the problem was she was in the way, and people were starting to get pissed. She was also being incredibly loud.
So I walk over to her and ask her, very politely, if she would take the baby into the lobby because she was disturbing the rest of the theater. That was when all hell broke loose. She called me a string of profanities that was quite impressive, screaming the entire time, then said (not joking) "Just cause you can't find anybody to F you and give you a baby doesn't mean you should be a bitch to those of us who did!" A collective gasp went up in the audience, because she had screamed it. I had had enough. I stood there fuming for a second, and finally just told her to get out. NOW. Then she pushed me. Still holding her baby...pushed me. So, I marched right out of there, called the cops, told them what was happening, went up and stopped the movie, and went back in the theater and told her to get the hell out of my theater, because I really didn't feel like pressing assault charges. She started packing up her things (her husband was thoroughly embarassed, I think he made her) all the while screaming at me. This continued until she walked out the front door...I finally got rid of her, went and turned the movie back on (to applause from the crowd) and went about my night. The cops showed up and told me to call them immediately if she came back.
This was just one horrible example of crazy parents. It's not the babies I have a problem with...they can't help it. I have lots of stories about other youngins though...I kicked so many people out of that place, it wasn't even funny. Working at a movie theater really does make you stronger...I don't take shit at ALL now.
Sorry about the rambling...I just thought I'd share my psychotic parent at the movies story!
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