I think the kids hate me now at the movies. And that’s fine. I could feel their anguish and hatred rising tonight as I found more and more things for them to do before they went home. And I think I liked it.
Little jerks.
This one kid I wanted to punch in his face. He’s like Napoleon Dynamite back there serving popcorn. I can almost here him say, “gosh”, every time he has to move out of one spot.
This one little girl is like a bug in a light. She’s just bouncing around everywhere, can’t stay on task and constantly runs her mouth.
They are always crying, “Mr. Reed, it’s so slow. Why can’t we close? Can I count out? Why are we still open? Can we break down the butter pumps?”
Just shut up and do you’re work. Stop whining and go sell that guy some popcorn.
They cry and want to get out early but then they stand around and talk when we’re not busy instead of cleaning so we can get out early. They’re just so stupid.
Filed under: Movies, foolishness
