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Jan. 10th, 2007 12:03 amI would like to offer each one of you a little piece of advice from my own personal experience. Use it as needed.
If you are, say, a patron of a theatre, and you have to leave before the first act is over and you decide to check in at the window to see if you can get reimbursed for the tickets, while you are talking to the ticket agent please do not
pick your teeth
using a metal hook
attached to your keys.
The sound of sharp metal on bone was hard enough to cope with, but she was leaning through the ticket window and the sight of an enormous set of teeth being excavated by something recently pulled from a trouser pocket actually drove all thought from my head. It's not like I'm the most fastidious of people, I have been known to go prospecting when a bit of food has gotten stuck in a back tooth, but not while I'm undertaking a business transaction with a total stranger. AND NOT WITH A METAL HOOK. ATTACHED TO MY KEEEEEYS OH GOD.
Other than that, however, good shift.
ALSO, CHICAGOANS PLEASE NOTE: Music Box cinema is currently playing The Rules Of The Game, which alas I can only attend at a late night performance after a shift. They are also, next week, playing My Favourite Wife, which is an atrocity of a film but does feature Cary Grant and real-life boyfriend Randolph Scott. Trust me, the movie is much more interesting if you know this fact, especially during the scene where Grant hallucinates about Randolph Scott in a bathing suit.
I am going to go soak my foot, whereon I have a mysteriously mangled toe, and then to sleep.
Someday I will update with a post that does not involve the phrase "and now I'm going to sleep" at the end. Swear to god.
If you are, say, a patron of a theatre, and you have to leave before the first act is over and you decide to check in at the window to see if you can get reimbursed for the tickets, while you are talking to the ticket agent please do not
pick your teeth
using a metal hook
attached to your keys.
The sound of sharp metal on bone was hard enough to cope with, but she was leaning through the ticket window and the sight of an enormous set of teeth being excavated by something recently pulled from a trouser pocket actually drove all thought from my head. It's not like I'm the most fastidious of people, I have been known to go prospecting when a bit of food has gotten stuck in a back tooth, but not while I'm undertaking a business transaction with a total stranger. AND NOT WITH A METAL HOOK. ATTACHED TO MY KEEEEEYS OH GOD.
Other than that, however, good shift.
ALSO, CHICAGOANS PLEASE NOTE: Music Box cinema is currently playing The Rules Of The Game, which alas I can only attend at a late night performance after a shift. They are also, next week, playing My Favourite Wife, which is an atrocity of a film but does feature Cary Grant and real-life boyfriend Randolph Scott. Trust me, the movie is much more interesting if you know this fact, especially during the scene where Grant hallucinates about Randolph Scott in a bathing suit.
I am going to go soak my foot, whereon I have a mysteriously mangled toe, and then to sleep.
Someday I will update with a post that does not involve the phrase "and now I'm going to sleep" at the end. Swear to god.
