welcome to the jungle

Saturday, mar. 15, 2008   |   0 comments
During the years spanning 1986 to 1989, I was employed at a movie theater. I gobbled curtesy cups of popcorn and cherry cokes, wore brown and orange polyester pant suits, relied on the heat of the popcorn warmer to survive the San Francisco winter fog that rolled in the 4 inch crack through which we sold the $5 adult, $3 children and matinee tickets (Sorry, no senior discounts.), took a licking from local burnout Stigo, swept enormous amounts of popcorn off the stained, lava lamp carpet, pumped butter flavoring with style, computed the price of tickets, Jordan Almonds, and large buttered popcorns in my head, used the theater to house ragers that lasted until the next day's shift, dated several coworkers, and saw one hell of a lot of movies...all for an incredible $3.15 an hour!


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