It's A Shit Show!

Now, before you read any further....Yes, this post will be about POOP.  

When I say, "I've seen it all"...I truly hope that it's true....

I'd hate to think that there is MORE for me to deal with.

I'll narrow this down to ONE story that stands out....

It was a very VERY busy night...THANKSGIVING night to be exact, and 2 of our ushers decided to call out sick...Ya..right....It's called "I ate too much and don't feel like going in.."

Because of our short-handedness, I do what I always do, and help out.  Cleaning theaters is not my favorite task...But you do what you gotta do.

Anyways...

The theaters were a MESS!

I'm not just saying messy, as in a few sweeps would take care of it....

Folks....I get leaving your trash and providing "job security" or what-not...But GOOD GRIEF...

PICK.....UP.....YOUR.....FUCKING......TRASH!

This is basically what I faced...In every auditorium.  And people wonder why we have mice.

As I'm working my way through EACH AND EVERY GOD DAMMED ROW...Making SEVERAL trips to the garbage cans....I come across the messiest rows of all.  

I swear, I wanted to throw my broom and dustpan, and walk out.

The stupid pre-show comes on, indicating another movie is getting ready to start.

I wipe the sweat from my forehead, and forge on.

At this point...I'm so angry, cussing under my breath...

I FINALLY get to the last row and sigh a big breath...It's not as bad as the other rows...

I gather up what I could, and head back down to the garbage....and back up for my last ARMFUL of trash...

What's this....?

Our GINORMOUS PRETZEL BOX.  I hate these things, cuz they really don't fit in the holes, that lead to the trash cans...and you have to fold them to get them in...

Yeah so I picked up this box...which was shockingly really heavy....

What a WASTE!!  Someone spent over 15 bucks...and didn't even eat their pretzel...?

I lifted off the lid...

It wasn't a pretzel that I found.  

Ya.

Um.

Instead.

It was a huge piece of CRAP!

That sucker must've weighed 4 pounds!

I immediately closed the box...holding back my vomit.  I mean...IF I did vomit, no one would notice....since most of our theaters smell like rotting mice corpses, shit or vomit anyway.

I slam the shit box into the garbage, just as people began filtering in.

"Enjoy your movie"....I say through clenched teeth...