Don’t Even Try it, Buddy!

Grumpy and Nursey Chick lined up for their movie tickets. They had decided on a Wednesday evening for their New Moon outing because they wanted to avoid as many rabidly hormonal teen girls as possible. Consequently, there was only one attendant selling tickets, and she was in the ‘La Premiere’ line (selling tickets for fancy, comfy seats where you get free popcorn and drinks. Tickets they weren’t buying.) And then her phone rang. While she answered it, another ticket bitch miraculously appeared and took his seat next to La Premiere lady.

     ‘Hi, can we please have three tickets to New Moon  at 5:45′ they asked very politely. (Ex friend’s sis-in-law was joing them later)

     ‘Yeah, sure’ said he of the ticket wielding machine ‘but next time you have to line up in this line, not at the La Premiere line.’

     ‘But there was no-one else serving!’ said Nursey Chick

    ‘And that is where you get tickets from when there is no-one else serving’ jumped in Grumpy.

    ‘Yeah well. Next time you have to line up here’ said he, sullenly.

All the while, there was quite a line behind Grumpy and NC, but some people had gotten into Ticket Bitch’s line, so they in theory, would have been ‘next’. As they walked away muttering, not believing the power-trippiness of it all, Grumpy and NC wondered what kind of shreds Ticket Boy was going to be ripped in to when he served the people who were in the ‘right’ line, in front of the people who had been dutifully waiting in the ‘wrong’ line.

Wanker.