what are you going to go write about that in your blog?

so, this is fairly old news but as i rake my brain for topics to keep my dusty old blog from getting so...well, dusty, this is pretty much all i can think of. so. here we go.

for any of you out there in blogland who didn't know, some of the, let's call them, "quirkiest" people you can imagine tend to flock to my workplace of Edwards Cinema like the Israelites exodus-ing Egypyt. Some have names (ie "Tiny"-the burly 6'smthg" man whose voice register rivals mickey mouse's & "Two Hot Dogs & a large Diet"-a guy who ALWAYS, no matter what, orders two hot dogs and a large diet coke when he ocmes in), but most just deliver an anonymously quick and unwanted batch of driveby freakiness. this story pertains to two quirky gentlement in particular that i had the "good fortune" (?) of serving a few weeks ago.

aaaaaand ACTION!

Two Gents: *approach counter*
Missy: "Hi! How're you doing?"
Two Gents: "Fine and you?"
Missy: "Good, what can I get for you?"
Two Gents: "*list off random overpriced concession items*"
Missy: *gets concession items & returns to counter*
Annoying Fly: *flies in Missy's face*
Missy: *attempts to swat at Annoying Fly who is repeatedly flying in her face* "Is that going to be all?"
Gent #1: "Uh, do you have turrets or something?"
Gents #1&2: *laugh*
Missy: "....No. There's a fly."
Gent #1: "Well, I don't see it."
Missy: "*forced laugh*Haha........"
Gent #1: "What are you going to go write about that in your blog?"
Two Gents: "*laugh some more*"
Missy: "*more forced laughter*haha, sure........have a nice day."

so. here i sit. writing about it in my blog to appease the fat gentleman who accused me of having turrets. i hope you're happy, sir. if nothing else, you've served as a quick detour from my writer's block.

amen and amen.
mjl.