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Yesterday, @LocalSoundwave asked Twitter to share examples of their food crimes “now that movie theaters are dead and can’t arrest us,” kicking off the thread with their own contribution: Taking in “a Popeye’s Chicken sandwich in my jacket like it was a colt 45.”

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The real heroes have gone much further than a simple sandwich. The replies are full of people who tasted glory by testing the limits of a teenage theater usher’s ability to give a shit about business rules. There’s the person whose sister brought a tamale in their pocket, another who snuck in a bottle of wine, glasses, brie, and a baguette, and the moviegoer who bore witness to a woman hiding half a watermelon under her shirt.

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There’s also the person who sat next to a woman who had “an entire Thanksgiving meal” wrapped up in her purse, someone who found a birthday cake that had been chewed on as if by a giant theater rat, and the cautionary tale of a guy who tried to keep a Wendy’s Frosty in each pocket.

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The lessons of all these master criminals have now been preserved, though when (or if) we may get a chance to use them in their proper context is anyone’s guess. For now, they serve as a warning to any theaters that are able to open once the pandemic is over: Maybe make the concessions a bit cheaper or your seats will be covered in melted Frosty, watermelon pulp, and old brie.

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