An usher in a very posh theater noticed a man sprawled across three seats. “Sorry, sir,” the usher said, “but you’re only allowed one seat.”
The man groaned but didn’t budge.
The usher became impatient and said, “Sir, if you don’t get up from there I’m going to have to call the manager.” Again, the man just groaned, which infuriated the usher who turned and marched briskly back up the aisle in search of his manager.
In a few moments, both the usher and the manager returned and stood over the man. Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move him, “All right buddy,” the manager said, “what’s your name?”
“Sam,” the man moaned.
“Where did you come from, Sam?”
With pain in his voice, Sam replied, “The balcony.”