Thankfully, he only had to watch them once, when he
filled in for the Manager's weasel-featured nephew/projectionist
Neoldner, who had called in sick to buy grass in Beloit. In return,
Neoldner was going to clean out theater two this evening, and Tom
couldn't wait for his shift to end.
One good thing about the Ed Wood freaks - they bought all the popcorn
Tom could make. He always had the nagging worry that the Manager would
increase his profit margin by manning the concession stand himself.
The last two employees in Tom's position had been let go for no given
reason... it seemed only a matter of time before the same thing
happened to him. But the Manager strolled out of the second theater
with a broad grin, revealing his cutting overbite.
"I don't know why," the Manager exclaimed, "but they love it!"
"Most of them are from the 'Ed 9 Film Society,'" Tom replied. "By the
way, I need to restock."
"I brought three boxes up already -- they're by the stairs. And once
you're done with that whatever else needs to be done out here, you can
go home early!"
"A whole five minutes?" Tom muttered, almost inaudibly.
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