People:

Gee, I meet the most charming people at my job. Last night was a case in point.

There was the ten-year-old girl with the T-shirt with a graphic that read "How to steal a boyfriend." That's appropriate.

There was the 18-year-old women who wanted to take her ten-year-old cousin to see Terminator 3. When neither I nor the other cashier would sell her the ticket, she claimed that she was the boy's guardian. Then she told me this was bullshit and asked to see a manager. Darrell told her no, so she came back for a refund for the tickets she had bought and told me to tell my manager that he coiuld shove the tickets up his ass. Beautiful.

There was the couple with expired student IDs who after buying the tickets remembered that they had one of those frequent viewers' cards. When I said I couldn't do anything about it since I'd already paid for the tickets, they got mad and demanded to see a manager. You know, because it doesn't say that the card must be presented at the time of purchase anywhere on the card. Oh wait. Except on the back, right below where it should be signed. Well, we can't expect everyone to look at the back. That would take way too long.

I know there are nice people. I even meet them at this job. The people behind the last two people mentioned were very nice about how long it took and even said something about "sorry they were assholes" to me. I just tend to remember the assholes.