One seat only
An apparent drunken man lay sprawled across three entire seats in a posh cinema theatre.
When the usher came by and noticed him, he whispered to the man, “sorry sir, but you’re only allowed one seat.” The man just groaned but didn’t even budge.
The usher became more impatient and insistent.
“Sir, if you don’t get up from there I’m going to have to call the manager.”
Once again, the man just groaned. The usher marched briskly back up the aisle, and in a moment he returned with the manager.
Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move the man, but without success. He just laid there in a dazed stupor. Finally they had enough and summoned the police.
A constable arrived, surveyed the situation briefly, then asked, “alright sir, what’s your name?” “Sam,” the man moaned. “Where y’all from, Sam?” asked the constable. With terrible pain in his voice, a grim expression and without moving a muscle, Sam said, “the balcony.”
