Dear Crazy Lady,

Thank you for ruining my night by trying to justify stealing someone’s seats and questioning me on our reserved seat policies.  I want to remind you that I am the one who manages this establishment and I dictate the reserved seat policies to you, not you to me.  By the way, I gave you my name in the theatre, it’s Chris, not Greg.  Also, we comped you the next showing, guaranteed you seats in it AND gave you passes to see another movie on us to accomodate your bitching and you still have the audacity to complain about me?  I know this is harsh, but I hope you die before your child learns your shitty attitude to people who are trying to REWARD YOU FOR SOMETHING YOU DID WRONG.  Thanks.

Sincerely,
Still Pissed Off For Trying To Be Nice