One time I held the door open for a really tall guy behind me.
He slipped me $100 and said thanks. I looked at him again, and it turned out I just held the door for Kevin Garnett.
That was awesome. I bet he tips the ticket guy.
You got a raw deal. I once waited for the rest of the Boston Celtics to walk through the door. It was the fasted $800 I ever made in my life. One really tall black dude at the end of the line handed me an envelope. I waited to get home to open it but it turned out to be an all expenses paid trip to Turks and Caicos. I waited until the next time I went back to the movie theater and I slipped that puppy to the ticket ripper and told him it was on me. The look on his face was priceless. You bet your ass I wrote it off my taxes as a charitable contribution that year.
How wasteful! I buy all the most fattening dishes and eat them myself so the thin folks don’t have to. sigh It’s the Fat Man’s burden.
As for tipping the ticket guy, I pull out a fiver, rip it in half and give him one of the pieces.
Too bad the ticket ripper threw the envelope into the gutter without opening it. Ungrateful poor person.
I used to tip them a dollar, until I found out that the tips are split with the theater manager, projectionist, and refreshment stand crew, and the poor old lady selling the tickets in the freezing cold gets nothing. Now, I tip only the ticket seller. Sometimes, she slips me a free pass. 
Ticket ripper? There’s no ticket ripper if you sneak in the back way.
Only way to see the movie.
You people are a bunch of hypocrites! Those guys get paid next to nothing, yet they still do the odious task of ripping a ticket in half for you. Every day you do an equivalent dirty job for other people like pressing an elevator button, and are quite willing to accept a $5 to $10 tip for doing it. So next time you don’t tip the guy, I hope he hands you back the stub upside down!
I usually rip my own ticket and tip twenty percent for the privilege.
Laughed/cried for ~5 minutes.
I’ve never heard of anyone tipping the ticket ripper.
I wonder if I’m being wooshed …
It’s a dirty job but someone’s gotta do it…
It’s a dirty job but someone’s gotta do it…
I’m Mike Rowe.
Today I’m heading to San Francisco’s Marina Theatre to find out how anyone can keep with the odious job of ripping and handing the stubs back right side up show after show after show - without any gratuities!
Later, I’ll head out to San Francisco’s luxury hotel The Palace to assist the city’s last elevator operator in pressing those buttons - one dirty job!
It’s a dirty job but someone’s gotta do it…