Oh, movie theaters. How you make me ill, and provide me with ample material for grossing out.
One of my co - workers and I were swapping stories about the grossest thing we'd ever dealt with in the theaters. I'd had to carry several cups full of tobacco spit out to the trash can. He, however, had had to clean up diarrhea in one of the auditoriums. I conceded defeat.
However, one of my other co - workers was a runner - up: When Magic Mike was playing, he, while cleaning, found, ahem, used scrabble enhancers that are particular to the scrabbling portion of the body. *runs away screaming*
The worst thing not involved with ushering, though, was when all four bathrooms we have overflowed due to an incompetent plumber. The overflowing wasn't the real problem. The problem was, even though we'd cordoned off all four bathrooms and put notes that said "BIOHAZARD: DO NOT ENTER!!", guess what people did? I had to stand guard near nasty bathrooms, telling people that, no, you cannot go inside this bathroom. Not even if you don't want to miss the movie. Not even if you REALLY need to go. Not even if you'll "just be a minute." AAARGH!