No way to delay, that trouble's comin everyday.
Work was normal.
Work was dumb.
The last ten minutes of Black Dahlia are really good.
Maybe the accompanying hour and forty minutes are also good.
Sag-eyes was trying to win a girl's heart and he built an extravegant calendaer that went to the 54th day of the month and placed post-its over the days so every day she could peel one off and read a new message. She did what i knew she would and just looked through all of them and she eventually checked the 'YES' box.
I had to stand in the Covenant and made sure my presence kept the population of 13 yr olds as quiet as i could.
It worked.
When the movie was over in the very front row it looked as if these 4-5 girls spilt two or three buckets of popcorn all over the floor. One of them lost a cell-phone. So as i was sweeping they were looking.
-If it wasn't so dirty, you know, it might be easier to see.- I said. I didn't care about them. their phone. nothing at that point. friday nights have a way of doing that.
I didn't see a phone, probably lost it somewhere else.
Whatever.
One theatre down. What's next?
The girls hang around for a while after their movie is over and I check other theatres catching the ones that dropped while i was cleaning Covenant.
Ten o-clock rolls around and i clock out.
Fuck this.
I'm tired.
Me and Sag-eyes race and he wins. We're even. A lady and two of the girls i recognized from the Covenant come into the building.
The lady speaks to me, she asks if i found a silver cell-phone anywhere.
-Nope. We all looked. It's not in that theatre.-
She than says that the two girls saw me put it in my pants' pocket.
-Nope.- I pulled out my pockets. -I don't even a phone of my own.-
She than asks to see my manager.
I get Reganhart and the more munchin of the two claims she saw a silver atenna-less phone in a black case on my belt.
'Where?' My manager asks.
In his pocket.
-You got X-ray vision? -I ask.
'No where in the building?'
Right outside the theatre.
My manager rewinds the camera tapes and he doesn't see me go into my pockets or anything that would/could incriminate me. I walk away from it all because, I don't need this.
Sag-eyes and his lady friend are more entertaining than middle-schoolers impugning my honor.
I walk past them to go outside for a little while and i hear my manager:
'So is it your phone? or the black girls'? Cause i'm confused as to whose phone it really is!"
Stupid fucking girls. Get yer story straight.
Later i hear the munchin say that they were sitting underneath the Flyboys poster and they saw me walk past, cell-phone in my pocket, into the boys' bathroom.
I didn't go into that bathroom since the seven o-clock rush. They're fucked.
Bitches oughta know, I steal hearts, not cellular telephonic communicative devices.
Work was dumb.
The last ten minutes of Black Dahlia are really good.
Maybe the accompanying hour and forty minutes are also good.
Sag-eyes was trying to win a girl's heart and he built an extravegant calendaer that went to the 54th day of the month and placed post-its over the days so every day she could peel one off and read a new message. She did what i knew she would and just looked through all of them and she eventually checked the 'YES' box.
I had to stand in the Covenant and made sure my presence kept the population of 13 yr olds as quiet as i could.
It worked.
When the movie was over in the very front row it looked as if these 4-5 girls spilt two or three buckets of popcorn all over the floor. One of them lost a cell-phone. So as i was sweeping they were looking.
-If it wasn't so dirty, you know, it might be easier to see.- I said. I didn't care about them. their phone. nothing at that point. friday nights have a way of doing that.
I didn't see a phone, probably lost it somewhere else.
Whatever.
One theatre down. What's next?
The girls hang around for a while after their movie is over and I check other theatres catching the ones that dropped while i was cleaning Covenant.
Ten o-clock rolls around and i clock out.
Fuck this.
I'm tired.
Me and Sag-eyes race and he wins. We're even. A lady and two of the girls i recognized from the Covenant come into the building.
The lady speaks to me, she asks if i found a silver cell-phone anywhere.
-Nope. We all looked. It's not in that theatre.-
She than says that the two girls saw me put it in my pants' pocket.
-Nope.- I pulled out my pockets. -I don't even a phone of my own.-
She than asks to see my manager.
I get Reganhart and the more munchin of the two claims she saw a silver atenna-less phone in a black case on my belt.
'Where?' My manager asks.
In his pocket.
-You got X-ray vision? -I ask.
'No where in the building?'
Right outside the theatre.
My manager rewinds the camera tapes and he doesn't see me go into my pockets or anything that would/could incriminate me. I walk away from it all because, I don't need this.
Sag-eyes and his lady friend are more entertaining than middle-schoolers impugning my honor.
I walk past them to go outside for a little while and i hear my manager:
'So is it your phone? or the black girls'? Cause i'm confused as to whose phone it really is!"
Stupid fucking girls. Get yer story straight.
Later i hear the munchin say that they were sitting underneath the Flyboys poster and they saw me walk past, cell-phone in my pocket, into the boys' bathroom.
I didn't go into that bathroom since the seven o-clock rush. They're fucked.
Bitches oughta know, I steal hearts, not cellular telephonic communicative devices.