I worked at the $1.50 theatre in Sharpstown Mall for two months in the summer of 2006. My first job ever (at 21 years old), and it was a learning experience to say the least. It was also pretty fun (or well, entertaining) for the most part. Aside from the adventures in the following internet conversations there was also the day that some couple was caught fucking in the women's bathroom (and a Mexican family walked in on them), the day the gang shootout almost happened, the day the homeless man grabbed my wrist because I wouldn't let him take his water bottles inside the theatre (and Danielle started screaming at him in front of a lot of customers), and this day:
The day I caught a rat with my rubber gloves on and put him into the dustpan so we could take him outside to the dumpster. It was pretty cool actually, he wasn't even scared of me, he just went right into my hand as I motioned for him to. Haha everyone was scared of this little guy, even (especially) the mall security guard who frequented our theatre while he should have been working.
Imagine all of this stuff in horrible red hawaiian shirts that we had as uniforms.
