Post by daniel grayson cohen on May 11, 2010 5:24:57 GMT -5
[/color] Danny repeated for the six hundredth time as he ripped another ticket and handed the half meant for the movie-goer back, dumping the other part in the trash. The line looked as if it was getting thinner and from where he was standing he could see the guy who was relieving him of his position walking up the carpeted incline. Finally, it was break time. He could go outside and smoke a cigarette or find some dark corner and sleep for a half hour. At least he wouldn’t have to deal with the dull people in the movie line anymore.
Everything sucked when you were the ticket taker at the local cinema, forced to work on a Friday night and the latest blockbuster just found it’s way onto the reel. Who really cared about what’s-his-dick and Sheena Bereena the porn star-turned-movie star wannabe? Apparently everyone, because Danny swore over half of Lampton Hill was passing through his line at Cinema Complex, snuggling their lover or goofing off with their group of friends and generally making him sick. Didn’t people act normal anymore? This wasn’t the movies, real life wasn’t film. Nothing was this perfect. It was quite surprising to him that he hadn’t seen a single fight yet tonight. Normally by now he had either broken up a lover’s squabble or gotten his manager to investigate some fishy looking kids. But not tonight. Tonight the planets apparently aligned.
How fucking boring. There was no entertainment in this! It was just work. Now, Danny didn’t really mind having a job. A surprising fact when the subject involved was someone who would have been thought of as irresponsible and lazy. But, no, Danny liked having a job. It gave him somewhere to go every day and gave him a steady flow of income for when his other business wasn’t doing so well. That seemed more often than not lately. But Daniel also assumed that had something to do with the end of school and finals. No one wanted to go to their finals high (why, he wasn’t sure). He hoped with summer now in effect that his “plant” business would start booming again. There were some benefits to selling the cheapest weed in the area.
“First theatre on the left,”
When the ticket taking changed hands, Daniel was out of there before the other guy could even think to call him back. No, he wasn’t messing with that right now. He was going to go stand by the concession and get free things from his co-workers until he decided it was time to go smoke a cigarette. Movie theatre nachos for dinner just sounded like the perfect addition to a dull as shit evening. Stuffing his face was certainly a high point of the night, even if that did mean smelling like cheese for the remainder of his shift.
Yes, this was where he wanted to spend his break, leaning up against the end of the concession stand with a plastic container full of nachos and a Slurpee built to make his tongue turn red. Highlight of his evening, no contest.
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TAG - Open
MUSE - Ehhh, tv?
NOTES - Oh my god, this is so bad. I promise it’ll get better.[/ul][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]
