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This happened 15 minutes ago. I'm working box office on a slow Monday morning. Snow covers the parking lot, making it hard to see the lines. Of course, one of the employees has parked in a legal spot right up front, establishing the line where people can park.
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Let's make a deal...

by PMmeSteamKeys

This happened 15 minutes ago. I'm working box office on a slow Monday morning. Snow covers the parking lot, making it hard to see the lines.

Of course, one of the employees has parked in a legal spot right up front, establishing the line where people can park.

Enter the clown car of 18-23 year olds. 6 people emerge from some shitty little car and begin walking towards the door. Here's the thing, they're parked in the middle of the drive lane.

As they walk towards the door, my coworker tells me to not sell them tickets until they move their car.

I'm not that much of an asshole, so by the time they make it to the box office and order their tickets (for Deadpool), I ask them for ID. "Wait...do we all need ID?" A girl asks. "Yeah.

" I reply, knowing she doesn't have one. "Well...I don't have one...neither does he." she says, pointing to one of the guys in the group.

I know they're all legal, so after a moments hesistation, I break the awkward silence. "How about this..." I start, "I won't card you all if you go move your car to an actual parking space."

They look out at their shittily parked automobile, then back to me. He says something about it that I can't remember, then goes out to park his car.

Before he goes, I point him towards a light post, telling him parking starts right after it. So he goes, parks his car in front of the light post. As he walks back in, my heart sinks.

He's parked right in the middle of two spaces.

"I'll give you $5 if you make him go out and move again." My other coworker, a kind gal named Abigail, tells me.

I sell the group their tickets, mentioning that the car was in two spots, but I wasn't going to make him park again.

He looks back out, sighs, and walks out once more into the cold Minnesota winter.

I watch him pull forward, now into a legal parking position, and get out, returning to his friends and going to concessions.

"Enjoy the movie!" I say happily, letting them buy their overpriced popcorn and watching them go off into their theater.

Once they leave, I leave my post and go over to concessions, both of the other workers quietly laughing. I collect 5 dollars with a grin on my face.

I didn't tell her that I told they guy that he didn't have to go back out, that he did so on his own, but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

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