Middle has gone into show business, in the form of employment at the local movie theatre. Obtaining this second job is all part of her plan to conquer the world/pay for a trip to Europe, and she looks very darling in her mostly black uniform. Talk about drumming the creativity right out of a person - make 'em dress in all black, head to toe, no jewellery allowed, top it all with a baseball cap to match. One wonders who designs these uniforms - there's really not much difference from place to place, is there? Oh sure, some of them come in bright colours, but really - McD's, BK, Tim's, the movies...I worry that someday, our teens will strike back at a society that made them wear polyester pants.
Pause to rant: HATE Typepad's new interface here. The typing is laggy - I type an entire line and then wait for it to appear. It's like writing with a pencil where the little lead thing on the end is falling out, but you can't find a sharpener to fix it, so you soldier on. VERY annoying.
Anywho. She's got herself a job at the "show" and since my early employment included a stint at the drive-in and a small-town theatre and my mother's early employment involved a stint at the drive-in, we can't resist telling her of our own experiences. This need comes from a desire to "relate", but also to remind her we know more than she does sometimes. Gotta keep these kids in their place, after all.
So. I spontaneously broke into a chorus of "Let's all go to the lobby..." which led to a discussion about intermission, and how we used to have that in the old days. Admittedly, intermission would not be practical now with 12 screens, but it used to be nice to be able to go pee after drinking half a movie's worth of pop without missing any of the movie. Then I pointed out how I can even remember way, WAY back when I was very little, that there used to be a cartoon before the movie. You know, instead of a recruitment ad for the Canadian Armed Forces or Dentyne.
And then, THEN, I remembered that they used to play O Canada before the movie started. And the daughter looked at me as if to say, "How old ARE you anyway woman?" But I remember that. And how people would stand for the anthem too. Sadly, something tells me that would never happen these days.
She seems to like show business so far. And it does bring her one step closer to conquering the world.