My last day as a cinema worker

Saturday was my last day at Carmike, selling popcorn to movie-goers. I thought I'd do a little ode to Carmike in lieu of recent events.

Some time ago, the mall parked this Smartcar on the ramp which leads from the mall to the movie theater. It has become to butt of all jokes, especially regarding the way the old people (this particular mall's only demigraphic besides infants) react to it. There is face smearing, creepy fondling, close examination of the interior from every angle, intense cuddling...

I would not be suprprised if someone had humped it.

While working Saturday night, Paige and I were buzzkilling everything in sight as a reference to my character in the Jungle Book, Bagheera the buzzkill - i mean panther. hah.

"I love you, Baloo."
"I love you too, Mowgli!"
"It's getting dark. We're going home now."

"DAMNIT BAGHEERA! GOD! YOU'RE SUCH A BUZZKILL!"

This made me cry. It was Halloween night. And the Christmas decorations were up. I cried so hard.

Gotta love when they hire old people at Panera. God. Paige and I just wanted to share a three-cheese demi, sliced, while watching "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs." Somehow the demi got stuck in the slicer, and had to be coaxed through by slicing an unncecessary piece of tomato basil bread. According to this lady, "The demi is messed up - lemme throw an asiago cheese bagel in there with you." We were confused, but asked no questions. So she took the bagel, and PUT IT IN THE BAGUETTE SLICER! Like, not the one that does bagels AT ALL! Then, ::that:: got stuck, and she had to use another asiago cheese bagel to coax ::it:: through. What the hell? She sliced four items for my one demi. It was the weirdest thing I had ever seen. AND SHE WAS talking nonsense the entire time she was doing it - like to herself? i don't know. It was so weird.