Wow, so much shit.
How much shit can fit into one person's life?
We are about to find out.
I am going to explain the events of last Saturday once and only once,
so listen up lj...
It was funny, because the last two times a
particular person had bad news like this, there were like, flashfloods
and tornados, respecivley. So I started out that day thinking "I bet
something strange is going to happen today..."
Me, under an amount of stress that has me in dizzy spells, vomiting, etc. every so often...
So I am opening at work, I get about halfway through my shift, I am
getting ready for break in about an hour. I am tearing people's
tickets, a task at work known as "standing poll". A man comes running
into the theatre toward the concession stand as fast as his legs will
carry him. I try to stop him, we *do* have rules, you know. But before
I can open mah mouth to protest, he yells out "MY TRUCK IS ON FIRE" and
continues his mad dash to the concession stand.
I look out the glass doors, and sure as day, what do I see, but a big,
red pickup truck. It has burst into flames, and smoke is bellowing out.
I alert box office, box employees are screaming down the intercom for a
manager. Manager strolls up. He, like everyone else, seems to simply
fail to notice the obvious, until he is told, and promptly calls the
fire department. Now, keep in mind, everyone is panicking, and now, it
is my job to keep them calm, and inside the building. Crowd Control is
not one of my strong points, but I'm managing. Then, a woman tries to
make a b-line for the doors. I try to stop her; she resists. She
informs me that it is her car right next to the truck, but that of
course is inconsequential to my job, so I can't really let her exit. So
of course she sits there and tries to bicker at me.
So I am trying to juggle all of this...
In box office, stephanie (from box office) sells a ticket to a
thirtysomething year old man with some kind of sportsjacket and a
yellow mullet...as he is walking way, she spots a buldge with wires
going down into it in his bootleg. Her first thought is "this guy must
be trying to pirate movies or something". She alerts a manager he tails
him to the concession stand, thinks it's suspicious, gets a second
opinion, and calls the cops. Apparently, there's a cop already in the
parking lot, so he comes in for a visit. Mr. Officer trails him into
the theatre, thinks it's suspicious, and calls for backup. So now, I am
over here trying to take care of all this shiza, Miss thang helping me
all she can, and there are five cops outside of Brokeback Mountain.
Haywire is a conservative description, and what happened next threw
that out the window.
The suspect had to go to the bathroom or something, so he steps out of the theatre, running straight into the five officers.
They interrogate him, I glance over and next thing I hear, he yells...
"OH MY GOD!" and reaches into his jacket...
All five cops pounce on him simultaneously...
I figure "Okay, this guy's got a bomb or a gun or something, we could all die at any moment..."
What swam through my mind next has, looking back on it, demonstrates to me now, as a person, what is really important to me.
If you are interested to know what it was, then ask me privatley, I might even share it with you.
Anyway, suffice it to say they subdued him and everyone lived. It
turned out to be a bunch of combat knives under his pant leg. Wires?
Oh well, there it is, the ginormous thing I've been too tired to post
I will post again soon probably. Much sooner than last time. It will probably be about the actual week that transpired.
A craving for broccoli is what I have right now, because my friends at china moon are just that 13373-S4UC3...
Edit:I am so sorry, I almost forgot the hotness!