I was waiting for IT, number 2.
Dad spends 35 dollars on tickets for him and his family to see Divergent.
As the group approaches the ticket drop, I hear the dad ask the mom what half of 35 is. She says "17 and half" and the dad gets this big shit eating grin. I rip their ticket stubs and the dad puts on a serious face and says "All right, I'd like $17.50 back please."
The whole family proceeds to groan and tell him to stop as I reluctantly play along and pretend to find some cash.
Cashier: Sure. For the Hobbit?
Me: How dare you, sir! That’s my date!
Dad: Do we get the student discount? Harkins-Girl: Well, it's a matinee so it's the same price Dad: 'Cause we're from the school of hard knocks
To give you a better picture of my dad, he's 54 and owns his own accounting practice/ is his sole employee. To others he comes across as shy, but I know better. The alone time with the numbers helps his "Dadness" ferment until it bubbles (like this experience) or otherwise explodes.
I instantly face palmed. My dad was still laughing at himself 20 minutes after we got out of the movie.
...and every time someone approached him he repeated "these aren't the seats you're looking for."
My dad's chair kept lowering on its own, and he said to my Aunt "Now I know what it's like to be you" Then we started listing advantages of being short. He said you could goto movies for a child ticket. she replies "I used to"
He said "I used to be able to too"
"Yeah, back when I was a kid"
I should preface this by saying this was on of the best dates I've ever been on, but the relationship also subsequently fell apart because of it.
Anyway, a few years ago, my girlfriend and I had been going out for a few months, and things were great. I met her through a mutual friend of mine at the hospital, weirdly enough. Our friend had gotten in a very bad accident and had to get a glass eye. He would always dab it with cotton to stop the bleeding at the beginning. Anyway, this is all relevant because my girlfriend (not girlfriend at the time) bonded over how disgusting our friends eye was. This got us to talking, and before you know it, we started going out. Things got pretty serious months and months down the line, and I was just laid off from my job. This meant that in general, we would go on cheaper dates. Nothing too drastic. Just like a movie and dinner instead of say the Opera and a fancy five star restaurant.
So, about a year and a half into the relationship, Joe, the mutual friend of ours, suggests a double date with us and his girlfriend. He knew the situation I was in and offered to pay for the whole thing. Great right? Well... no. I was actually planning on proposing to my girlfriend. Except Joe suggested the plans in front of my girlfriend too, so she accepted for both of us. I didn't want to propose to her on a double date, so I pulled her aside and told her to just skip the date and come over instead. Joe had bought us all tickets to a baseball game, and believe it or not, my girlfriend chose the baseball game instead of me. I stayed home alone as she went out with Joe and his girlfriend. Moral of the story is, if it hadn't been for Cotton Eyed Joe, I'd been married a long time ago.
This might be a bit long? My family isn't the brightest of individuals.
Sister: My balls are caught in the door!
Me: LOL, WHAT?
Sister: The poof balls on my shoes.
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**Grandpa**: I saw you took my junk out of your car and threw it into my car. **Grandma**: *grins and nods* **Grandpa**: You're so sweet. **Grandma**: And I saw lotto tickets too. **Grandpa**: I dunno where those came from. **Grandma**: Uh-huh. Probably a damn $5 dollar ticket too. **Grandpa**: No, $2. **Me**: He doesn't know where they came from, but he knows how much they cost. **Grandpa**: *starts adding more to my list of chores* ~ **Grandpa**: It's kinda hot in here. **Grandma**: NO IT'S NOT, Take off your damn clothes if you're hot. **Grandpa**: Is that all you ever want me to do, take my clothes off?! **Me**: OH DEAR GOD, I'M RIGHT HERE. ~ **TV**: The line, "To be, or not to be. That is the question!" is from which Shakespeare play? **Grandma**: Julius Caesar, right? **Me**: Wow. ~ **Me**: How can you NOT like that movie. It has WILL SMITH. **Grandma**: *thinks* Is it that movie, and he has a partner?! **Me**: YES. And he's in the west and there's that giant spider at the end! **Grandma**: WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?! **ME**: I DID. ~ **Grandpa**: I need to get a tree saw. **Grandma**: What's a tree saw... **Me**: A TREE SAW. A saw, that saws trees. You can't simplify it anymore than that. ~ *while watching American Idol* **Me**: Omg, that guy's nose is HUGE. **Grandpa**: If he sniffs really hard, he could overdose on oxygen. ~ **Grandpa**: I'm looking for my camouflage underwear, but they're camouflaged so well, that I can't find them! ~ *Sister rambles on about hating cats and how they're scary* **Me**: You're just a weenie, Tyla. **Tyla**: Oh yeah? Well at least Papa loves weenies! *Me and Papa look at each other* **Me**: I sure as hell hope Papa does NOT like weenies. ~ *As we drive home, the tornado siren goes off* **Kaylah**: Have you ever seen it? **Me**: ...Seen what? **Kaylah**: The car with the siren. **Me**: What in the hell are you talking about? **Kaylah**: Isn't the tornado siren on a car that drives around town? **Me**: ...... ~ *While driving through Alton one morning* **Grandma**: Here, take a sip of this. **Me**: Ew. Coffee is nasty. **Grandma**: No it isn't! It wakes ya up, and puts hair on your chest! ~ *Grandma walks out of the bathroom and wipes her wet hands on my face* **Grandma*
Paul has a shitty life, his wife constantly berates him, his job sucks, his boss is a bully, his car is a shitty 85 ford pinto with a cracked windshield and is in bad need of a new transmission and to top it all off he's chubby, balding, and he has a small penis.
The only thing good in Paul's life is his friend Artie. Artie isn't the brightest bulb in the world, but he's always been there for Paul in the tough times. On October 5, 1953 Artie stood up for Paul against his bully in 7th grade. Artie got his ass handed to him at that time, but so did Paul. That incident resulted in a life long friendship. Paul and Artie went to the same High School together. They traveled around Europe that one summer in college. Artie was Paul's best man at his wedding. Everyone thought speech Artie gave was terrible, But Paul loved it Artie was his best friend.
Artie's life wasn't much better either, he never had the smarts for that great Job. In fact he was stuck in a dead end job as a construction labourer. Artie's car was pretty shitty too. Artie never married, but he was happy in the knowledge that at least he didn't end up with Paul's shitty wife.
For Paul's 46th birthday Artie was pretty broke, so all he could get his friend was a single lottery ticket. Artie being the sentimental guy that he was picked the date of the start of their friendship, and their respective ages (46, 45). Paul loved the present, and thought that the two of them should go to the Legion that friday to split a round of beers and listen to them call out the numbers.
On Friday they are both sitting there at the Legion having a laugh over a couple of beers when the cute lottery girl comes on the t.v. to read out the numbers. Paul pulls out the ticket and spreads it out on the beer stained table in front of them. The lottery girl starts reading out the numbers, 45, 10, 05. Both of Paul and Artie's hearts start beating, thats 200$ already. 53, Holy crap thats like a 10, 000 ticket. They both start losing their shit. 46....... Paul feints. He just won the jackpot. 37million dollars.
Two minutes later Artie finally revives Paul. Paul and Artie celebrate the night away, buy round after round for the people at the Legion and get absolutely shittered. They close out the bar and as the ugly lights come on they stumble blitzed, singing, onto the street arm in arm with the winning lottery ticket in hand and start the long walk back to Paul's place.
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I work at the local movie theater, and I was selling tickets when:
Dad: How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh? Me: ...? Dad: Tentacles! Har har har!
We went to see Jumper. As we went to go buy our tickets my dad said, "Hi, two tickets to that movie about a sweater please." I groaned loudly.
The year was 2007. The movie Reign Over Me was showing in theaters, so my family made our way down to the theater. My dad moseys his way on up to the ticket counter,
Dad: Can I have four tickets to that show... What's it called... Something about the weather?
Ticket Counter Woman: (blank stare)
Dad: Oh I know, I'll have four tickets to Water On My Head.
Ticker Counter Woman: (more uncomfortable blank staring)
Dad: Oh I'm sorry, I meant REIGN ON ME!
Cue more blank stares from the ticket sales woman.
The fact that I still vividly remember that joke, more than all the others, 7 years later kind of amazes me.