Two frat boys (you know, camouflage pants, Disturbed T-shirts, two-tone haircuts) come in.
Frat boy: Guess what movie we want to see?
Me: *takes money, prints out tickets* Hannah Montana is downstairs.
We loled. (No, I really printed them out tickets for Wolverine. I like not getting fired.)
Frat boy: Guess what movie we want to see?
Me: *takes money, prints out tickets* Hannah Montana is downstairs.
We loled. (No, I really printed them out tickets for Wolverine. I like not getting fired.)