During my teens when I worked at village 8 Cinemas I remember coming starting an evening shift and hearing about the afternoon horror story that to this day I am glad I was not present for.
A rather disgustingly large woman had gone into one of the cinemas with her more diminutive husband and managed to squash her giant rear into one of the seats in the middle of the cinema. Halfway through the film, people started coming out and complaining about the horrific smell of fresh vomit that had filled the theatre.
Subsequently, as the aircon is pumped through all cinemas, random people started coming out of other cinemas complaining too.
On investigation it was discovered that big fat lady had eaten too much lunch at the Thai place down the road and then stuffed herself further on popcorn and other crap, had subsequently exceeded maximum tumescence, and unable to get out of her seat, she had proceeded to barf all over herself, the floor and her husband, who (poor guy) was attempting to wipe her chin when the attendants discovered the cause of the stench.
She was just sitting there- perhaps to embarrassed to move, or unable to. Anyway, the movie was stopped, people were given comps to another film, and the cleanup was underway.
One of the attendants was given the task of wiping her chin while her husband asked another attendant to go down to the mall and purchase her a new muumuu(!!), which goes to show just how much puke this woman had expelled over herself.
This was preferable as the attendants moping up the puke at her feet and the surrounding area were not keen to have to then clean up the inevitable vomit trail this woman was going to leave in her wake as she left the building.
One thing I will not EVER do it clean up someone else's vomit, it is too fucking disgusting to contemplate. Luckily my friends aren't quite so harsh as I can recall them having to remove vomit from my/their hair/clothes/bed etc when I have been to drunk to swallow it down long enough to get to a bathroom.
Anyway luckily for myself I was not on the afternoon shift as I would have quit my $5.25ph job before I kneeled at the feet of a bloated puked covered mess and moped chunky Thai/popcorn/coke barf with a paper towel. (Anyone who has tried to clean puke with a paper towel will know that you cannot pick up any puke with a paper towel. All the towel does is spread it around and allow more oxygen to get into the puke and therefore make it stink even more.
The smell lingered for a couple of months after that and people constantly complained, luckily the smell of stale popcorn is quite similar to the smell of stale puke so we just blamed it on that.
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