Some of the bar laughed at this but most just groaned.
Tom still wasn't listening.
If only... Tom thought. If only she had come in to see "Bride of the
Monster" and gotten bored, and come out to the concession stand to get
a drink, and began to talk about something -- it wouldn't have mattered
what -- and stayed all the way through that entire string of rotten
films!
The guy at Tom's side suddenly realized no one was listening to him and
stumbled off to the bathroom. He nearly bumped into a man with a
strange brown mustache who took the seat to Tom's right. He plopped
his clipboard onto the bar and ordered a beer. The bartender gave him
a frosted mug of flat Treaty Beer and went back to the television.
Tom, again, didn't notice.
That is, until the sight of the man's reflection in the mirror behind
the bar caught his attention. He seemed familiar, but he couldn't be
sure. He was sure he would have remembered that mustache. The man was
looking around for someone, peering into the far corners of the ill-lit
room. As he did so, Tom noticed the clipboard. The cover sheet, a
form labeled 3G, read: Complaints, Problems, Irregularities:
1) Find out who's been using Green paper.
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