At the Magic Box Theater

5 July 2009

This would be a fun place to work, I say to the woman at the Magic Box, a movie theater.

You know, she says from behind the register, I got this niece and nephew in Colorado and now they’re married but it’s this joke they still say. You know, when they were kids they’d always say, just laughing, just crackin’ up ‘Auntie—teeheehee—hey, Auntie?’ ‘Yeah,’ I’d say, rolling my eyes. ‘-teeheehee—doncha work in a movie theater? Do you still work in a movie theater?’ ‘Yeah’ ‘And you doncha—teeheehee—doncha NOT like movies?’ I’d sigh—‘No, I don’t like movies!’ ‘Teeheehee, teeheehee--- Auntie works in a movie theater and she don’t like movies. That’d be the joke, they’d say it all the time. They still say it, say—‘Auntie, doncha work in a movie theater but you don’t like movies?’

It’s like tamales. When I was little, we’d have them for Christmas and New Years and they were special. Well, then, my dad lost his work and my mom and I went to work selling tamales. We used to sell them. Well, at first, I’d pinch a little here, a little there—a little meat, a little onion-- but soon, I just didn’t want ‘em anymore. They just lost their taste. Every once and a while, but no, nah, not all the time.’