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I've been meaning to post this for a while, but my scanner was fucking up. I got it down now though...
On friday, I was standing at the ticket counter, tearing tickets in half and directing people to their movie(lolmovietheaterjob). A man comes up to me with his girlfriend(I assume...), and hands me his tickets. Now, at 10:30 PMish the theater traffic isn't as heavy as in the early evening. So this guy takes his time finding his tickets. Then he looks at my name tag for a moment.
"...Ian" he finally says, and I look up from my outstretched hand, holding his ticket stubs.
"Yeah, that's kinda my name." Now, usually I'm not this assholish to our visitors, but standing for 4 hours with no break before and seemingly no break in sight(I ended up getting the last break of the evening -.-), my feets hurt and I'm kinda tired. But, that's not really important.
The man doesn't seem to be taken aback by my statement, and continues. We chit-chat for a few seconds, then he pretty much blurts out, "Do you enjoy what you do, Ian?"
"I believe I do, sir."(Santiko's Philosophy: Treat them like royalty...)
"I mean, do you REALLY enjoy your job?"
"Could use a lot less standing, I suppose."
"How much do you make? Don't you wish you could make more?"
At this point, I kinda have an idea on where this is going, but my Brain-Troll quickly blows that candle out.
"I don't know...I mean I guess..."
"No, I need a YES or NO answer!" And yet, no other customers seemed to have come into the door to save me from this guy.
"Sure, I guess."
At this point, he pulls the card displayed above out of nowhere. I shit you not, I've gone over this scene so many times in my head and I still have no fucking idea where it came from. Maybe he has an inner sleeve pocket. Hell, my old jacket had one.
"Well if you ever feel like talking, my number's on the back." The front just shows some Hawai'ian woman holding a bottle of precious Noni.
The number written in is...his number. It's also a deactivated cell phone.
Now look at this for a second. Now, I do believe that there are natural cures out there, FDA tyrany, lolwhee, etc. But I still have a...very hard time being convinced that my miracle water here is gonna help cuts. Do I even want my cuts helped? They hurt enough by themselves, I don't want them HELPED!
Anyway, Miracle Water. Discuss.