One super slow evening in 2014, I, a manager, and another manager were in the concession stand just talking to the one employee about *whatever*.
A lady, clearly distressed, runs around the corner and up to us and starts demanding a refund.
"I *need* to leave right now, me and my son! We can't be here!" I asked "Is everything okay? What's wrong?"
"What's *wrong*?! There is a guy...doing the nut job...*IN* The Nut Job!" And she makes a jerking-off motion with her hand.
The other manager had some readmission tickets in his pocket so he gave them to her, as myself and the concessionist were really trying our hardest to not laugh,
and we were doing a terrible job. She didn't seem to care that we were laughing, and she ran out of the building with her son.
The other manager, who was *my* boss, walked back over to us and starts cracking up. Then after recovering from laughing, I said "Wait, maybe we should go see if there's a guy actually...
doing the nut job in there."
We ran to the theatre, but there was no one else in there, and maybe only about 10 other people in the building at that point.
The lady was either crazy, or she just wanted to leave and decided to make up that...*great* story.