Crescent City Sucks

even on a good day...

Monday, May 23, 2005

the other side of getting your ID checked

Last night, for the first time in my life, I was carded at a movie theatre. Three of my friends and I were really bored and decided that sitting in a dark room full of strangers would be a good way to take our minds off whatever was collectively bothering us. There's this particularly feisty old woman who runs the box office at the local multiplex, and normally doesn't cause any trouble. She must not have liked the looks of my friend Jamie, because she asked her for a picture ID(the movie we were going to see was rated "R"). None of had identification, as the last thing I expected was to be carded for popcorn with butter flavoring, though it probably wouldn't be a bad idea to start doing so. It is my beleif that "Butter Flavoring" is a mind-altering substance, but I'll talk about that some other time.
I'm thirty-one years old and look like it. I stepped forward so the old woman could hear me.
"Do mean to say that you're actually not going to let us in to see the movie?"
She nodded and returned her attention to Jamie who was going the distance, arguing our case, pleading with the woman that we were all well over the age limit(seventeen!!) required to view the polished hollywood turd.
I walked away, livid. My other two companions followed suit, while Jamie continued debating but eventually relented. I then realized I had my camera with me, and walked back to the box office and snapped a picture of the old bitch.
Some of you might think this is a petty thing to get worked up about, but it really pissed me off at the time, and several others have told me stories about this woman's stupidity. If you're in Crescent City and you go to Crescent City Cinemas and see this woman at the ticket window, tell her to eat shit for me. Thanks.


At 5/24/2005 04:12:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is just one more reason why I love Red's and the drive-in MUCH more than the "big theater." Yeah, you have to wait for a movie to come out at Red's, but they often get better, even sometimes independent, movies, the seats are comfy, and the snacks are good and cheap. Also, no "butter flavoring;" I've witnessed them putting lumps of actual butter into the old crock pot...

At 5/24/2005 04:42:00 PM, Blogger michael said...

I totally agree. Red's rocks! the great thing about Red's is for ten bucks you get admission, popcorn, and a drink. Totally affordable even if they get second pick when it comes to movies. Sometimes it's worth the wait.
I talked to the assistant manager about complaining about the old lady at the box office, and he suggested not wasting my breath. The new manager is straight from corporate and holds locals in particular contempt. I'll have to resort to more drastice writing a letter to the editor of the triplicate. Or organising a boycott.

At 5/24/2005 06:21:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm behind you 100% on a boycott. Their selection sucks (they seem to prefer any jennifer lopez/russell crowe/rapper-turned-film-star vehicle over a movie with content), their prices are much too high, their acoustics seem to be flawed (why can I ALWAYS hear the entire dialogue of the movie playing next door??), AND they chose to hassle a group of 20- and 30- somethings about trying to get in to see a friggin' R-rated movie!
If their new management doesn't like locals, he's going to find himself eating crow in short order. Red's it is!

At 5/25/2005 02:23:00 AM, Blogger michael said...

If I have anything to do with it, it's time for a crow buffet for mr. Crescent City Cinemas manager. Wait till I up load the picture of the old lady in the box office!!! Next is the letter to the editor, or maybe a transcribed talk with mr. manager. stay tuned!

At 5/25/2005 05:04:00 AM, Anonymous dude said...

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At 5/25/2005 03:49:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was with Michael at the movies. Our getting carded was preceded by nothing other than the standard-issue request for four tickets to a movie. I understand that the folks at the movie theater would like to now enforce the 17-and-over rule for R-rated movies, but there is absolutely no way that any of us look remotely close to 17. I'd guess that none of us even get carded at the bar much anymore, even.

Also, there was a great article about the playground cleanup in the Triplicate - they're online at


At 5/26/2005 02:02:00 AM, Anonymous dude said...

Hey Anonymous ...

Assuming things happened as described how can you explain it?

Don't just tell me she's a bitch, or whatever. Things just don't happen to people. People usually have motivations for the actions they take.

Here's some possibillities that come to mind:
- maybe Michael harrassed her or made fun of her at the liquor store and she was just getting even, or,
- maybe one of you knocked up her daughter, or,
- maybe the way you dress or act made her nervous, or,
- maybe she thought you were all drunk or under the influence of an illegal substance and management didn't want to take a chance on you nutting up in the theater, or,
- while waiting in line someone made fun of her and she overheard, or,

... well, you get my point.

Things just don't happen in a vacuum, unless of course, you're carrying a deck of victim cards.

A clerk, ticket seller, or whatever, that goes off on people for no reason will not stay employed for long.

As to the playground I have two questions: Was Michael there to help and what's a Triplicate?

At 5/27/2005 03:54:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm impressed that you care this much about some silly movie tickets; as far as I know we've had no prior conflict with this clerk. She's sold me movie tickets before, but that's neither here nor there. I would attribute it to the new manager's request to enforce the 17-and-older policy, which is sensible, given the content of R-rated movies. The issue Michael had, and which I support, is that there is no way that any of the four of us could be mistaken for a high-schooler.

The Triplicate is our town's newspaper - check them out online at They're doing lots of decent public-interest articles lately and promoting pride in our community, which every community could use more of.


At 5/27/2005 10:55:00 PM, Anonymous Dude said...

Neither you nor Michael have addressed my point as to why the mean old bitch wouldn't sell you a ticket.

As I said previously, things don't happen in a vacuum. There's something else going on, and,

HEY, where's Michael? Our man is MIA.

Triplicate sure is a funny name for a newspaper. Where'd the name come from?

At 5/29/2005 03:48:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Triplicate is derived from the latin triplicare which means to make multiple copies (3, as you might guess) from an original so that the document is not able to be forged or otherwise falsified. Typically when a document is made in triplicate it is associated with some sort of legal or public record.

I would guess that by choosing the name Triplicate for the local rag, the original publishers were hoping to convey a sense of dependable accuracy (a notion which if you knew anything about the contemporary paper is rather ironic).

As for Red's being a superior theatre to the Cinema's this is clearly evident by the pricing structure at the former. You can go to Red's, junk out on the perfunctory movie goodies and still have enough money in your pocket for a bourbon at The Turf afterwards.

At 5/30/2005 05:05:00 PM, Blogger theblackrainbow said...

Netflix and REDS are the choice of a new generation.

At 6/01/2005 04:08:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I did explain why she didn't sell us a ticket - to quote: I would attribute it to the new manager's request to enforce the 17-and-older policy, which is sensible, given the content of R-rated movies. Sorry if that was too pedantic an explanation.

Cheers to the other anonymous who happens to be a Turf fan.

At 6/02/2005 05:21:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thanks for validating my afinity for the Turf. It is truly the place to be on a Friday night when they get Three Dog Night cranking on the karaoke machine and the drunk crackheads croon Joy to the world, all the boys and girls! Plus they have Knob Creek Bourbon.

Respectfully Yours,
The Other Anonymous

At 6/02/2005 05:02:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

She was always "just doing her job;" part of her job was to card people to prevent kids under 17 from attending R-rated movies. We are crotchety nowhere-near-"young" adults, and being carded was surprising. Her reaction to our surprise was nothing short of rude. When I (rarely) get carded at a bar, they are at least kind about it. Her motives are unknown to everyone but her, and I can't speculate further.
I'd love to continue this conversation, but I find it bores me. Another time, perhaps.

At 6/03/2005 01:53:00 PM, Anonymous Bob said...

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At 6/10/2005 06:38:00 PM, Blogger michael said...

It's really not that big of a deal to me... I'm over it. Part of the reason I started blogging is it feels cathartic sometimes. She was a dickhead to me and my friends and I wrote about it on MY blog. She needs to know that just because people get angry because they've been wronged doesn't mean they are automatically insane or under the influence of drugs. If she isn't a people person, maybe it's time for her to retire.

At 6/14/2005 03:04:00 PM, Anonymous bob said...

Concerning YOUR blog --

If you don't want to stand up for what you believe, try a DIARY instead of publishing it on a BLOG, or whatever.

The purpose of a blog is to allow someone to express an opinion and then field feedback. Blogs without feedback are usually dull and boring.

You might want to try posting your thoughts on a webpage that is not set up to accept comments.

But that would cost money. Maybe you could ask your mommy for an advance ...

In closing, enemas are also cathartic, but I've never seen one done in public.

I fail to understand why you think your personal healing process gives you the right to hurt, embarrass, and inflict pain on others?


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