Not a normal movie ticket purchase
Tonight, around ten o'clock, after stopping on my way home from the office at our local cinema.
16-year-old guy at the ticket counter: (nodding his head) Dude.
Me: I'd like 41 tickets to the 1:00 show tomorrow of Skyfall.
16-year-old guy at the ticket counter: (stopping the nodding and staring at me) Dude?
Me: I'd like forty-one tickets to the one o'clock show tomorrow of Skyfall.
16-year-old guy at the ticket counter: Seriously?
Me: (nodding my head) Yes.
16-year-old guy at the ticket counter: Dude.
Me: (sighing) I'd like forty-one tickets to the one o'clock show tomorrow of Skyfall.
16-year-old guy at the ticket counter: Wow.
Me: I'd also like to get home and eat dinner.
16-year-old guy at the ticket counter: There's no show right now.
Me: (sighing) I know. I meant that I'd like to buy my tickets so I can go home.
16-year-old guy at the ticket counter: (nodding his head) Right. How many?
Me: Forty-one. I'd like to buy forty-one tickets to the one o'clock show tomorrow, Friday, of Skyfall.
16-year-old guy at the ticket counter: I've never sold that many tickets.
Me: That's okay. I've never bought that many tickets, either. I'm sure we can handle it.
16-year-old guy at the ticket counter: (smiling and nodding) Yeah.
Me: (handing over my credit card and cinema club card) Forty-one tickets. One o'clock show tomorrow.
16-year-old guy at the ticket counter: (interrupting me and nodding) Skyfall. Right. (punching in numbers, swiping my cards) You must really want to see that movie.
Me: I do. So do the other forty people.
16-year-old guy at the ticket counter: (nodding his head) Right. (tickets start to print and then stop) Dude. Even the printer can't handle it.
Me: It probably jammed or needs more paper.
16-year-old guy at the ticket counter: (nodding his head) Good one. (checking the printer and fixing it) Yeah, that's it. (tickets finish printing and he stares at them) Wow, I've never seen that many tickets print at once.
Me: Neither have I. May I have them?
16-year-old guy at the ticket counter: (nodding his head, tearing off the tickets, and handing them to me) You should probably count those, what with it stopping and all.
Me: I planned to. (counting tickets) You should probably have me sign the credit card slip.
16-year-old guy at the ticket counter: (nodding his head) Dude. Good one. (handing me the slip) You need to sign this.Wow.
Me: (signing the slip) Thanks.
Sometimes, I'm deeply thankful for the glass partition that separates ticket sellers from ticket buyers.
In case you're curious, I bought so many tickets because we're mostly closing our company tomorrow for a few hours to take to this newest Bond film everyone who can afford the time away from the office. We did the same with the last two Bond movies.
I can't wait to see it!
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5 comments:
Clearly, I am working for the wrong company. ;-) Have fun!
Experiences like that make me reflect that maybe a 'convenience surcharge' of a couple bucks really *isn't* that much.
Dan, you're a librarian at a great library; well done.
PJZ, you have a point.
I'd say I work for the wrong company, but then I remember every job I've had, I ended up being the one left to hold the fort. I feel for those who didn't get to go.
FWIW, Deb, the only people who missed the movie were those who had existing conflicting personal appointments. We didn't leave anyone to hold the fort. After all, it was only a few hours.
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