Here is my situation. We have an AMC theater that my son (22) and I (51) go to. For those not familiar with AMC they have a rewards program that if you pay for the premium (which I do) enables you to enter express lines for buying tickets and refreshments. Well, one day the two of us go to the theater and they only have one box office open. There is a sign that says for premium members to enter on the left and for everyone to enter on the right. We of course, enter on the left and are third in line. The right line has approximately ten patrons in it.

The first person in our line goes first. Then the first person in the other line. Then the cashier beckons the person in front of me to come up and be next. When this happens there is an older gentlemen probably around 65 (who is in the longer line ) who starts screaming. He starts waving his card around and wants to know why he isn’t being treated the same as the people in my line. The Cashier asks him if he is a premium member and he replies yes. Now, I’m not sure if you can actually tell from the card if you are or not as the card still has perks if you aren’t a premium member. The Cashier tells him that he is in the wrong line and waves him over to my line.

The gentleman then steps in front of me and is now next in line for the cashier. Then this happens

Son- “Hey, get in the back in the line!!”

Senior Citizen- What!!!!!

Son- “I said, get in the back in the line”

SC- “I’ve been here longer than you have”

Son- “Not my fault, you can’t read a sign or follow simple instructions”

SC- “You want a piece of me, punk” (That may not be the exact quote, but it is close)

I’m actually not sure what my son said at the point as now I was between the two of them with a hand in my son’s chest pushing him backwards and telling the SC that he can go next.

Son- “Dad, are you seriously going to let this asshole in front of you”

SC- Some curse words

Son- Some more curse words

Me- “Yes, and calm the F down before the cops get called”

While this is going on the cashier finishes processing the person at the box office and beckons the SC to be next while I calm my son down.

After the SC finishes the cashier doesn’t know what to do. There is another gentlemen who is first in the other line who is in his 70s at least and maybe 80s. I tell him to go next and then we go after him.

Now, I’m pretty sure I’m not the asshole in this situation. I think this boils down to my son and the SC. However for purposes of voting I will claim the position of my son as I am 50% responsible for his DNA. 