Hello internet.
You love going to the movies don't you? Of course you do. You are a bunch of cesspools that willingly obeys the giant hand of Hollywood that continuously feeds you cinematic mediocrity every Friday night. You don't care what the movie's plot is about or who directed it. All you know is that is stars that one famous guy along with that one funny comedian from that show on CBS that you can't remember the name to. That's a good enough reason for you. After you fork over a good chunk of your monthly income to let you, your date, your deaf cranky grandmother, and your two spawns-of-Satan that you would label as children, your party sits down to enjoy the latest Kevin James atrocity that features Nick Nolte playing a talking Gorilla. After the film is done, you make sure to leave your large popcorn, nachos, hot dogs, and soda all over the floor in a complete mess and exit the theater conversing with your family on what latest theatrical abortion to watch next week.
This experience may be a disposable 2 hours of escapism that you will likely forget once you arrive home, but for the person who sold you your ticket, the concession who sold you 50 dollars worth of artificially-buttered popcorn and snacks, and the usher who greeted you and cleaned up your apocalyptic mess.... they won't forget you.
This blog is a tell-all report of the idiosyncratic behavior of people who come to the movies every weekend. Like at every large corporation, the movie theater chains are no different when it comes to forming your opinion on the decline of human civilization. Each position at my theater has their own horror stories and amusing tales of confused and idiotic customer service that makes me wonder how these people survive on a daily basis let alone watch a movie.
