Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Theatre Seats For Seniors


An old man lay reclined across three seats in the movie theater.
When the usher came by and noticed this, he whispered to the 
old man,  "I'm sorry sir, but you're only allowed one seat."
The old man mumbled something but didn't budge. 
The usher became more impatient. "Sir, if you don't get up, 
I'm going to have to call the manager."
This time, the old man just groaned. The usher marched 
briskly back up the aisle. In a moment, he returned with the 
manager. Together, the two of them tried a number of times 
to move the disheveled  old man, but with no success. Finally, 
they summoned the police.
The Police officer surveyed the situation briefly and asked, 
"All right then, sir, what's your name?"
"Odie," the old man moaned.

"Thank you, Odie. Now, where are you from?" 
asked the policeman.
With terrible pain in his voice, and without moving a muscle, 
Odie moaned, "The balcony..."

Thanks Dan!

20 comments:

  1. Hahahahahah...that must be why we don't have balconies anymore!

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  2. Supi, it would of hurt worse if I hadn't had those couple of shots in the balcony.

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  3. Race, I think you're on to something.

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  4. Oh dear, do you need a doctor?

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  5. Yikes! I didn't see that coming.

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  6. His name is Odie? Really now. I know the old guy was hurting coming from the balcony and all, but I have to admit I still laughed. I'm a sick individual you know.

    Have a terrific day. ☺

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  7. Cube, how long have you been coming here?

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  8. Sandee, you're laughing at my misfortune?

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  9. Normally I would laugh WITH you on this, but this requires laughing AT you. Hope it was a good movie.

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  10. A oldie, but a goodie.

    I hope the well-upholstered redhead underneath broke your fall.

    (you didn't go over that rail for nothing...)

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  11. Edutcher, I kicked her ass out of there. She won't drink with me. The gin broke my fall.

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  12. Ah, Odie! Only you could tell a story with such gravity!

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  13. That's a good one. I never sat in the balcony as a kid---that area was reserved for the colored folks. Never could figure that one out as they were always tossing popcorn down on us honkies. Yep, back in the Jim Crowe days in Mississippi!

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  14. Proof, not only that, I fall real good too.

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  15. You just can't kill us tough old birds that easy!

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  16. Scotty, I got up shortly after that and went back up to the balcony to get my bottle. I'm feeling much better now.

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