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I was going to be late for the movie. First of all, I hated going to the movies at the mall. It never worked out. The popcorn sucked, and the screens really weren't that great. And Monica always wanted to be first in line, which involved a super-early arrival; I mean, the parking lot was a disaster.
I was trying to get an Orange Julius as fast as I could. I knew the previews would start up any minute - but at least the Julius would make this trip seem worthwhile.
I must've waited for at least 10 minutes. Some old lady, and then a guy asking about hot dogs or something. When I took a step towards the counter, when it was finally my turn, some guy with a 'Don't Ask Me 4 Shit' t-shirt jumps right in front of me. I muttered something under my breath about waiting in line for 10 minutes.
He didn't seem to hear. Then he turned his head slightly to the left, where I could see his profile. I took a step back, etc.
Date Written: March 31, 2004
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