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I'm pathetically glad to be working again. It's not just about the money; it's also about people-watching, hanging out with cool folk like leikela4 and pinkpuppybelly, and forcing my movie preferences on the Average Moviegoer (*cough*Murderball*cough*).

My three favorites of the last two days:

• Kid who brought his copy of House of Mirth along to see The Aristocrats. I commented on his excellent and unusual (for a guy) choice of reading material, and recommended the movie when he finishes. He was cute, and again, reading Edith Wharton. Major points.


• Guy who referred to his large Diet Coke as "my movie woobie. Can't sit through one without it." Just for using "woobie" -- apparently unironically -- in public.


• (Kinda hot) Older guy who came out of Murderball and declared it "phenomenal!" I know, man. I know. Also one of the few people who used my name without sounding totally patronizing about it, for which I was grateful. Pet peeve: people who read my nametag and just use my name for the hell of it. When our only conversation has been "What movie?" and "That'll be $14," you don't get to address me by name. Especially not in a smarmy way, thanks.

And one major OMG, NO:

• Woman who wore a dark-colored thong under white pants. PSA: Please check that your clothing is not see-through under any light, especially if you're going to wear scandalous undies. The general public does NOT need to see that, thank you.

One more:

• Girl who forced me to claim a fictional boyfriend because she kept saying her brother thought I was hot -- I don't know if you were looking for a discount or what, but geez: I wouldn't date an 18-year-old for anything in the world right now, and also? That's just weird. There's a giant line behind you; please, just take your Skeleton Key tickets and move along.

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