Our first encounter with Mr. Manager (as I will now refer to him as) was in the line outside Galaxy 10 before we saw the Dark Knight. As we waited under a heat lamp on a hot Texas evening we saw him, wearing his too-large Manager's jacket and shooing away from the box-office those who it appeared the theater's "strict curfew policy" would apply to (teeny-boppers, 15-year-old boys with mustaches, etc. etc.). My friends and I laughed, embarassed for the poor kids who now needed a ride home, but after a while we were finally let indoors and after we chose seats, I found the ladies room to powder my nose, almost completely forgetting Mr. Manager even existed. Until I returned to my seat.
I was about halfway up the stairs when I heard not a crowd of mumbles but one resounding voice echoing down the stairwell, "Now, let's talk about laser pointers..." Mr. Manager was back, pacing in the front of the theater, lecturing his 18 and over (remember the shooing?) audience on the many ways you could get kicked out/fined/arrested in his theater...and there were MANY. It was amazing. What I learned:
IF YOU TALK TOO LOUDLY YOU WILL BE:
- KICKED OUT
- POSSIBLY ARRESTED
IF YOU USE A LASER POINTER (a funny trick in 1998 if you were 12) YOU WILL BE:
- FINED (It apparently ruins the Digital screens)
- KICKED OUT OF THE THEATER
- POSSIBLY ARRESTED
- KICKED OUT
- NO REFUND
- FINED
- KICKED OUT
- ABSOLUTELY ARRESTED
- MR. MANAGER GETS A $1000 BONUS (He explained this almost smugly...a challenge?)
I almost forgot about this entirely until I brought it up to Eileen the other day and found out he had done the same thing in her Dark Knight screening, which got my hopes up...MAYBE HE'LL DO IT AGAIN! Eileen claims she'll yell at him this time, but we both decided I needed to just walk up to him, give him a big hug, and say "That's what you really wanted, wasn't it?"
A girl can dream, can't she?