Something Funny Happened at the Theatre

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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A coworker/friend of mine and I went to “The Bear Toothe Cinema” an old theatre that has been converted to a dinner theatre. They show second run movies for 3 bucks and being owned by an excellent local gourmet pizza restaurant, they serve all kinds of great food, including my fave, these delightful little bites called “Garlic Treats” and huge gourmet ice cream cones.

You get a number and they bring your order to your seat (a narrow shelf is installed at table height in front of each row of seats).

Anyway, we went to see “Chicago”. We’d gone to the 3pm showing so there weren’t very many people in the theatre, we were sitting in a row but had left the aisle seat empty. Toward the end of the movie some big guy comes ambling up and just plops himself down next to me and starts watching the movie and chowing one of the giant chocolate shell and sprinkle covered ice cream cones.

He even kindof pushed my arm off the chair arm and booted my removeable cast-clad leg out of the way!

I was annoyed, and thought “gee, all this room and this guy has to sit here? How odd”. But I didn’t say a thing, my friend and I glanced at each other, shrugged and went back to watching the movie.

I figured maybe he was an employee who’d just gotten off shift and had decided to watch the end of the movie.

About 10 or 15 minutes later the guy leans over nudges me and (with his eyes still on the screen) says “so, you guys didn’t want any ice cream huh”???

I was so astonished, I couldn’t even say anything. I just sat there with my mouth open looking at him, my friend (I think) was doing the same. The guy gradually realizes he’s being met with complete silence and turns to look at us.

Boy did his eyes get big!! “OH! Oh my”!! he says, “this is embarrassing, oh you guys are really good”. And then the poor man gets up and ambles 2 or 3 rows down to his “real” seat.

I felt so bad, I was just too surprised to say “oh, that’s quite alright” or some such, all I could do was kindof giggle. I bet his friends laughed their butts off at the poor guy.

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PS, by big, I mean tall and long limbed (as in he needed to bump me over a bit to sit comfortably).

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What a great story! All three of you (plus his friends) will have something to laugh about for years to come!

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Wow. that’s the coolest story I’ve heard all day. I’d so be that person. I’m such a space case some times. I agree that he’ll be hearing about this FOREVER.

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Hah, great stuff!
I bet he will have that sinking feeling everytime he goes to a movie with his friends!!

Ahh…:slight_smile:

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That’s happened to me before. I was walking to class, and some guy I’d never seen before calls out, “Hey, man! Howya doin’?” I look at him for a second, trying to place him, and he suddenly starts and say, “Oh, shit… You’re not Bob!” I kinda laugh, shake my head, we go on our ways.

About a month later, I’m sitting on the bus, and the same guy sits down next to, nudges me and says, “Hey, what’s up?” And not just sits and nudges, he sorta dropped into me, so he was half leaning into me. I just looked at him, and he suddenly got real embarassed and mumbled “Sorry.” He got up, because he was completely invading my space, but the bus was full, and he had to just stand there in front of me. Felt sorry for the guy. Made sure to only laugh on the inside.

Wish I’d thought of something witty to say. “Still not Bob,” or something.

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Maybe you have a doppelganger, Miller.

I had an embarrassing experience last year-- I “saw” an ex-girlfriend’s daughter on the bus. The ex-girlfriend in question has remained a life-long friend, and I’ve watched the kid grow up from 3 to 13-- we get along great, and I couldn’t figure out why she was pointedly ignoring me when I was trying to get her attention. I’d visited only a few weeks before and everything seemed fine. Eventually I figured she was just at “that age” when older people are somehow embarrassing to talk to in public, or something. But when she walked past me to get off the bus, I said “Hey, 'lise, say hi to your mum for me…” She stopped, looked right at me, and said* “Excuse me?!”*

It wasn’t until she spoke that I realized she wasn’t who I thought she was-- her voice was totally different, but she looked exactly the same, dressed in a similar style— and as I found out when I explained my gaffe, even had a similar enough name – (“Lisa,” not “Alisa”) that she figured I was addressing her by her right name.

Way to convince the strange teen that you’re stalking her, Mudd. Eeesh.

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I just hope he doesn’t owe anyone money.

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Ha! That happened to me once in dramatic fashion.

I was in a book store, reaching for a book on the top shelf when this girl sneaks up behind me and says “heya’ cutie”, grabs both butt cheeks and gives tham sort of a quick {{twink twink}}. Needless to say I make a “eep!” noise, fumble the book and spin around.

Oh, the look on that poor girls face. She started sputtering “Oh jeez! I thought… From behind you look just like…”. I laughed and told her it was okay, but she turned about six shades of crimson and slunk away

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Ooh, me too! Me too!

I was at a Speech & Drama tournament (back in high school) in a different city than the one we lived in. My mom went with as a chaperone, as this was an overnight trip. Walking across the college campus (where the tourney was being held), I see my mom standing up a ways away on one of the paths, so I run-sneak up behind her, throw my left arm around her neck/shoulders and start doing my best Monkey Impersonation.
“Eee-ooh-eee-ooo” followed by kissy noises, at which time I look up to find…

“Ooops. You’re not my mother!”
Poor woman was scared to death. My mother thought it was hysterical - she’d been behind me the whole time laughing her a** off.
Thanks, Mom.

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These stories are funny.
I reminded me of one, I had totally forgot.
I was about 10 years old standing in line with my parents (for the love of me I can’t remember what for?), I was holding my dad’s hand. I wonder a couple of feet away from the line, and a couple seconds later, step back to my spot, not looking and search for my dad’s hand… I feel “a” hand and try to force mine into it, as the hand in question won’t open up for mine… I get aggravated and stare at my dad with angry eyes… Only to see the line has moved and my parents are looking at the scene laughing there butts off. The poor man I trying to force to hold my hand had like a giant question mark on his forehead. I was so mad/ashamed/turning red, it was horrible.

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Zazie, I had something similar happen to me. I was standing in line, and this little boy, he must have been maybe 3, comes up and grabs on to my leg. I hear someone chuckle, and a guy about my size is coming over to get his son. We both had jeans on, and the fella got confused about who was who. It wasn’t too surprising though, since I’ve got young kids of my own and I’m used to being treated like a jungle gym.