All the bennies sound delightful, and vaguely James Bondish - not to mention the free alcohol. You do have the good fortune, Jenny. There's got to be a story in there someplace. And Barbara, as for Sharon, you've set up a bittersweet situation for her. You might even say existential. The grass may not always be greener on the other side of the fence (to coin a phrase), but it is often often as not more interesting. I like it. Here's more of the movie theater story:
It's old, but it has this faded-glory thing going for it. You can see that maybe forty years ago, when it was in its prime, it was really something; a place to go. There's some of that yet. Like for instance, everybody has to wear a maroon uniform, and a white shirt or blouse. At first it was sort of odd and interesting playing that game, taking tickets from the folks on their way into the theater, walking around with a flashlight, getting to go behind the huge screen up there on the stage. Probably the most interesting thing was the old backstage office. Though it's used as store room now, there's a desk piled with playbills and posters from the thirties and forties, back when vaudville was still going strong. It was like some kind of fairy tale treasure-vault. When I lay in bed, I think about those posters and such, wondering what's going to happen to them, who's going to take an interest in all that history.
Bob;-)
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