Those of you who live in the area, know how close our dear Super Target is located to Regal Cinema. Now, we all love the movies, but what we don't like, (that is, besides the astronomical ticket prices of course) are the ridiculous concession-stand prices for a teeny-tiny little box of goobers or a microscopic bag of sour patch kids.
Well, to avoid all that high-priced nonsense, the fashion industry has given us girls a wonderful gift: The HOBO-BAG. It is large enough to fit a king-sized snickers, a full size bag of Haribo and rice crispy snacks for you AND your six movie-loving friends, maybe even a couple of soda bottles --on a real good day even a Starbucks or two (writing this makes me laugh, because I'm so that girl!!!).
But, to get to the point, every self-respecting teenager, little family, even the elderly ladies, stop at Target first and sneak their food into the Regal theater, like good boys and girls. Sometimes, the sequence of items bought screams just so obviously movie-goer, that sometimes I just can't help myself and just ask as I'm ringing them up, "So, what movie are you guys gonna go see?" The reactions are a wide spectrum of hilarious, ranging anywhere from sheepish grins, to downright bragging or just knowingly giggling or flat-out denying their intentions. All of them are equally entertaining, I assure you.
Just the other day I was manning the express check-out as I got to witness first-hand a group of elderly purplish-gray-haired ladies having a hell-of-a-time picking their movie snacks, followed by a proud announcement that they're in a hurry to make the matinee (basically telling me to get my butt in gear). After that they loudly proceeded to sort their loot in the different old-lady-sized handbags right there on my counter, alas, holding up an entire line of impatient express-checker-outers and causing a ruckus all the way to the Target sliding doors. Upon leaving, the silver-hair gang was not only thoroughly pleased with themselves, but still noisily chattering, snickering and hooting. 'Good for them' I thought to myself 'way to have fun in your seventies!'
Then today, I had a group of three of your average wannabe-nerdy kids with the fake glasses and the plat pants or argyle sweaters, buying the following: one orange soda, one Dr. Pepper and (one rebel with) an iced Starbucks coffee drink, three rice crispy snacks, a bag of Doritos, a bag of Twizzlers and a large Hershey bar. You have three guesses!!! They each paid their $3.57 separately, and, as the last one goes to slide their debit card, I couldn't resist."So, what movie are you guys gonna see?" I swear that one was the funniest one yet. The three kids, looked at me, like I just caught them with their hands in the cookie jar. Their squirming was so obvious, I almost had to laugh out loud. It was so freakin' funny. The funky-glassed girls found her composure first and stammered (like she owes me, the target cashier an explanation in the first place) i..i...its OK.... I work there.... the other one looks at her like 'wtf?' and says "Oh my god, shut up, that almost makes it worse". At this point I'm just giggling, assuring them "It's OK, I won't tell, I promise"... I was still giggling when they walked away.
Made my day. There's something really encouraging about folks in the process of having a day filled with fun and guilty pleasure. Brightens your day and the fact that you're there working just a little every time.
Well, to avoid all that high-priced nonsense, the fashion industry has given us girls a wonderful gift: The HOBO-BAG. It is large enough to fit a king-sized snickers, a full size bag of Haribo and rice crispy snacks for you AND your six movie-loving friends, maybe even a couple of soda bottles --on a real good day even a Starbucks or two (writing this makes me laugh, because I'm so that girl!!!).
But, to get to the point, every self-respecting teenager, little family, even the elderly ladies, stop at Target first and sneak their food into the Regal theater, like good boys and girls. Sometimes, the sequence of items bought screams just so obviously movie-goer, that sometimes I just can't help myself and just ask as I'm ringing them up, "So, what movie are you guys gonna go see?" The reactions are a wide spectrum of hilarious, ranging anywhere from sheepish grins, to downright bragging or just knowingly giggling or flat-out denying their intentions. All of them are equally entertaining, I assure you.
Just the other day I was manning the express check-out as I got to witness first-hand a group of elderly purplish-gray-haired ladies having a hell-of-a-time picking their movie snacks, followed by a proud announcement that they're in a hurry to make the matinee (basically telling me to get my butt in gear). After that they loudly proceeded to sort their loot in the different old-lady-sized handbags right there on my counter, alas, holding up an entire line of impatient express-checker-outers and causing a ruckus all the way to the Target sliding doors. Upon leaving, the silver-hair gang was not only thoroughly pleased with themselves, but still noisily chattering, snickering and hooting. 'Good for them' I thought to myself 'way to have fun in your seventies!'
Then today, I had a group of three of your average wannabe-nerdy kids with the fake glasses and the plat pants or argyle sweaters, buying the following: one orange soda, one Dr. Pepper and (one rebel with) an iced Starbucks coffee drink, three rice crispy snacks, a bag of Doritos, a bag of Twizzlers and a large Hershey bar. You have three guesses!!! They each paid their $3.57 separately, and, as the last one goes to slide their debit card, I couldn't resist."So, what movie are you guys gonna see?" I swear that one was the funniest one yet. The three kids, looked at me, like I just caught them with their hands in the cookie jar. Their squirming was so obvious, I almost had to laugh out loud. It was so freakin' funny. The funky-glassed girls found her composure first and stammered (like she owes me, the target cashier an explanation in the first place) i..i...its OK.... I work there.... the other one looks at her like 'wtf?' and says "Oh my god, shut up, that almost makes it worse". At this point I'm just giggling, assuring them "It's OK, I won't tell, I promise"... I was still giggling when they walked away.
Made my day. There's something really encouraging about folks in the process of having a day filled with fun and guilty pleasure. Brightens your day and the fact that you're there working just a little every time.
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