A biker lay sprawled across three seats in a posh move theater. When an usher saw him, he whispered: “Sorry, sir, but you’re only allowed one seat.” The biker just groaned. So the usher snapped: “Get up, or I’ll call the manager.’ Again, just a groan.
When the managed came, he got the same results, so he called the police. When an officer arrived, he demanded: “OK, buddy, what’s your name?”
“Sam,” the biker moaned.
The cop then asked: “Where ya from, Sam?” With pain in his voice, Sam replied: “The balcony.”