I was asked a few years ago to help out a local theatre group, by designing & building a set, for one of those gawd awful David Williamson plays. His plays while supposedly being for theatre, are in fact written logistically with TV or film in mind. Anyhow after I produced the set I thought I would purchase a ticket for opening night.
Although I had booked a particular seat position, this is not where I actually sat for the show. It took just over an hour to put my bum on a seat. Because the system was all the punters have to wait in a line from the foyer to outside the theatre, for the auditorium doors to opened, before seats are allocated & the house dressed in rows from the front.
I got the impression I must of gone through a time portal & was whisked back a hundred years or so.
Rather than stand in line like a stale bottle of milk, I sat on the wall outside & waited. When the cue had dwindled & dribbled in to take there seats. I fronted up & produced my seat numbered row C seat 6 ticket & was ushered to one at row F 10 next to the exit. Which proved to be a better choice in order to evacuate.
The house lights were switched to half & profile lamp went on to spot the FOH Manager in his tin flute, who proceeded to read out an announcement. He spelled forth to attempt to explain, to the mainly blue rinse set punters present, the logistics of the multi set I had produced. At that point all I wanted to do was press a button & evaporate.
However I stuck it out until the interval, when I could grab some caffeine & nicotine. However I found out in the foyer that I had to purchase a ticket for a cup of coffee before I went in, so I was unable to buy one during interval or after the show. Which was the ideal invitation for me to hit the road & go home.
Unfortunately this & other weird box office policy are still being practiced there today.

Originally posted by Andria1321 I worked at a box office for 5 years. The craziest story I have, is when CoCo da Clown came to the theatre expecting a professional comp. I explained to her that we dont give out comps at the box office. She argued with me for a half hour, until I asked her to buy a ticket or to please leave. At that point she began asking me and the rest of the staff to lend her the money for a ticket. One associated said she had better things to spend her money on like feeding her kids.

Ok, maybe I'm just really dim, but whos CoCo da Clown? I have the feeling the answer might make this story even funnier.

Directed a show where the lead breaks the 4th wall at one point and grabs a piece of clothing from an audience member.  Great because, although the ushers would find someone appropriate and sit them in a certain seat, the poor audience member didn't know beforehand. 

Some guy decided to poop our party- he came to the show two nights, and the second time, he told the ushers he brought a jacket for the actor to take....