An oldie but a goodie.
A man lies sprawled across three seats in a theater. When the usher comes by and sees the man, he whispers to him, "Sorry, sir, but you're only allowed one seat."
The man groans but doesn't budge.The usher becomes impatient. "Sir," he says, "if you don't get up from there, I'm going to have to call the manager."
Again, the man just groans, which infuriates the usher. He turns and marches briskly back up the aisle in search of his manager.
In a few moments, both the usher and the manager return and stand over the man. Together the two of them try repeatedly to get him off the seats, but with no success.
Finally, they call the police.The policeman looks the man over, then says, "All right buddy, what's your name?"
"Joe," the man moans.
"Where ya from, Joe?" the cop asks.
"The balcony."
A man lies sprawled across three seats in a theater. When the usher comes by and sees the man, he whispers to him, "Sorry, sir, but you're only allowed one seat."
The man groans but doesn't budge.The usher becomes impatient. "Sir," he says, "if you don't get up from there, I'm going to have to call the manager."
Again, the man just groans, which infuriates the usher. He turns and marches briskly back up the aisle in search of his manager.
In a few moments, both the usher and the manager return and stand over the man. Together the two of them try repeatedly to get him off the seats, but with no success.
Finally, they call the police.The policeman looks the man over, then says, "All right buddy, what's your name?"
"Joe," the man moans.
"Where ya from, Joe?" the cop asks.
"The balcony."
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