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(Today at work was the sort of day that just requires moving myself completely out of the situation and just.. writing it down. I swear, they had some sort of invisible subliminal sign that said "Weirdos! Get in this line!" So, unexpectedly this will be the first story-form entry. It'll be shaky, because I SUCK and all that other stuff. And it'll be sarcastic to cover up the fact that I suck.)
Villy Ippo (that's me!) stood behind the concession stand, as usual. Her mood was unusually light, considering she was at work. Again. She'd already waited on a few (confused) customers, even though it was at least an hour before the next movie started, but they had been nice. Which was unusual in itself. Then it got weirder. About an hour later, a group of five boys came in (not unusual) and started flirting with poor disoriented and tired Villy (unusual, as they were not middle-aged black men). They looked to be about fourteen, and their version of flirting invoved asking questions like "What's in the combo again?" and "Could you name all the drinks again?" and "Did you spit in this?" They came back at least three times that night, asking the same questions. But at this point that is irrelevant. What really, really confused and amused Villy was the group of three ladies that came in around 9:30. They were a little loud, and before they came to the counter, she could hear little bits of their conversation. The first one that actually made her pay attention was "Well, really you should use a cucumber, because they're smaller." Villy was confused, and hoped that they were perhaps gardeners of some sort. They started ordering, and as she was getting the food, she heard "Well, men can do it much easier for free." Villy was scared, and hoped that they were perhaps talking about some advantages to being members of the men's garden club. The next word sounded suspiciously like "Dildos." Villy blocked this out and tried to finish the order, when the shortest lady said "I don't know, I still think bananas are your friends!" Villy started snickering, and the ladies said "Hey, you're too young to be hearing this!" This cemented it. The ladies (that I will now call Polly, Betty, and Pam because they seem like amusing characters to have around for later) were gardeners. Exotic gardeners. No doubt about it at all. Villy gave them their change, said the obligatory "Enjoy your show!" and walked as quickly as possible down to the other side of the concession stand where she pretended to clean until she could stop laughing.
Villy Ippo (that's me!) stood behind the concession stand, as usual. Her mood was unusually light, considering she was at work. Again. She'd already waited on a few (confused) customers, even though it was at least an hour before the next movie started, but they had been nice. Which was unusual in itself. Then it got weirder. About an hour later, a group of five boys came in (not unusual) and started flirting with poor disoriented and tired Villy (unusual, as they were not middle-aged black men). They looked to be about fourteen, and their version of flirting invoved asking questions like "What's in the combo again?" and "Could you name all the drinks again?" and "Did you spit in this?" They came back at least three times that night, asking the same questions. But at this point that is irrelevant. What really, really confused and amused Villy was the group of three ladies that came in around 9:30. They were a little loud, and before they came to the counter, she could hear little bits of their conversation. The first one that actually made her pay attention was "Well, really you should use a cucumber, because they're smaller." Villy was confused, and hoped that they were perhaps gardeners of some sort. They started ordering, and as she was getting the food, she heard "Well, men can do it much easier for free." Villy was scared, and hoped that they were perhaps talking about some advantages to being members of the men's garden club. The next word sounded suspiciously like "Dildos." Villy blocked this out and tried to finish the order, when the shortest lady said "I don't know, I still think bananas are your friends!" Villy started snickering, and the ladies said "Hey, you're too young to be hearing this!" This cemented it. The ladies (that I will now call Polly, Betty, and Pam because they seem like amusing characters to have around for later) were gardeners. Exotic gardeners. No doubt about it at all. Villy gave them their change, said the obligatory "Enjoy your show!" and walked as quickly as possible down to the other side of the concession stand where she pretended to clean until she could stop laughing.
