One man's Hades is another man's Valhalla

I'm beginning to hate my job. I got called "rude" by another usher because I told a patron that he should consider throwing out his blue cheese because it looked like it had gone bad. He laughed... he didn't think it was rude.
I saw a man walking past me with a star of david and a cross on a necklace. I have no idea what that means. I think he's either insane or he's not sure and he wants to touch on all bases. I think I'm going to buy him a crescent moon to add to his collection to make him feel a bit safer. Yes, then he'll be fine. Unless the Mormons are right, then we all go to hell.