Another day at the job.A Story by CalypsoThis isn't true. I'm not sure if its funny or scary.I originally got the job on a dare. When many would assume that a dare is funny this isn’t true to me. For me dares consist of productive and common feats. Last month my friends dared me to get a job at the movie theater. Now most people would agree that a job at the movie theater isn’t the end of the world. The benefits include free movies, the constant smell of buttered popcorn in the air, and watching little children try to wrestle a claw machine for a prize they never won. Nevertheless you go into my high school and say that you work at ‘Ben’s Movie Theater’ and you’ll be called a variety of vulgar and un-tastefull names. No one’s sure why the slander started (it could be because we’re located in a high drug trafficking area). In the darkness of the movie theater I have seen it all. I’ve seen people pull enough food from their purses for a feast. I’ve seen people hold up cameras trying to pirate them. By far the worst is when the girls lift up their shirt just enough for her man to grab what was under there. Most of my shifts are on the weekend from 5 p.m. to midnight; its not as if I have a life. That would be an absurd assumption. The friend that dared me to take up the job chicken out and never took it. On Friday nights when he wants to take out his girlfriend he is sure to go to the better, but more expensive, theater across town. So I spend every Friday night cleaning drug needles out of the toilet, sweeping the crack off the floor before the cops show up and scrapping gum off of the seats. When I was about to leave last Saturday there was a dead body shoved up into the vending machine. I didn’t linger around too long because I didn’t want to be next. It’s just another day at the job. © 2012 CalypsoAuthor's Note
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