*taken from a popcorn bag.
Quarter to 4 and here I'm all alone stairing at the dirty wood walls. The theatre is appearing to be dead after a crazy holiday weekend. Yet again my employers believe I'm that of 2 sometimes 3. 1o to 7 New YEars's day and I was letting in 70 of my village all by myself. My high school help didn't show up (P.S. Teenage boys not reliable) So New Year's eve and New Year's day I was a slave to my employment and a smile for my village. What a holiday. Oh the perils of slinging popcorn.
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