Ok, so last night my sister and roommate and I decided we wanted to see the new Hunger Games movie. Having read all the books and seen the first two movies, it was already setting up to be a good night. As we approach the theater, we see a fire truck and ambulance in front of the theater and we see them haul in a stretcher...obviously someone is just having the time of their life right now.
We get in, get our tickets and head to the concession stand where a worker flags me down saying "Miss Dennis Miss Dennis!"
...let me set the picture for you. It's 7:00pm, I'm in sweat pants, boots, a tshirt, and my glasses...not anywhere close to the appearance of professional. It's also been over three months since I stopped working at the movie theater, and I've seen less than a handful of movies there since. Considering how I was "Emma" for three and a half years and "Miss Dennis" for only eight months...but my teacher brain is getting used to it, so I digress..
"Miss Dennis Miss Dennis!"
I go over to the worker gesturing to me, and with her is a customer at the concession stand. "He was in the theater where the customer had a seizure and he left his drink in there and was wondering if he could get another one..."
...at this point I'm staring at her with my eyes wide. The only thing I feel safe to say her her is "You DO realize I don't work here anymore, right?"
The customer burst out laughing and the worker said yes, she knew, but with all the hubbub she didn't want to be the one to ask a meaningless question over the radio...which on one hand I get...but on the other, my sister was with me, and she's a current employee AND a supervisor...so she would technically be leaps and bounds more qualified to make that judgement call than I would.
It's just...really? Like, REALLY? Did that REALLY just happen?!
