Wow. See that fence in the background? It’s wrapped around an empty lot. An empty lot that used to be the first job I ever had, working in a cheap run-down old movie theater.
I won’t name the chain, but it started with an ‘E’ and happens to be the name of a certain Twilight hunk. a-hem The place was really old and run down, but the worst part was the roaches. We had to clean the bathroom every few hours (or at least pretend to), and I would cringe every time I went in there and heard the little scurrying sound of lots of little cockroach feet. Bleah. (I think this at least partially explains why I’m such a theater-snob for the Arclight now.)
Plus, the manager was a total dick. I remember some rather vast lady coming up to the concession stand to buy popcorn and making a fuss about what kind of oil we used and if it was heart healthy or not because she had a heart condition, blah-blah. (Lady, do you really need a 16-year-old to tell you that you just shouldn’t be eating cheap, gross movie theater popcorn — ever??) The manager just lied through his teeth, waxing on about how they used the “best oil for your heart” or some equivalent bull$hit. I was totally freaking out for the next two hours that said lady was going to have a coronary right then and there in our dingy theater and stuck thinking what a horrid way that would be to die.
Anyhow, it’s gone now. Too bad the roaches are homeless now, but I really don’t have any good memories of the rat-trap, other than it getting me out of the house at the time. ;-)
