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In some ways, it was the best job I ever had.
But it wasnt all smirks to the metaphorical camera.
I can still smell the odor of burnt popcorn that lingered even after a shower.
I can recall the feel of the unwashable layer of indiscernible sticky on my hand after an eight-hour shift.
I still hear their voices crying out in the night: I paid for this movie and Im staying!
But most of all, I am constantly recalling end-credits songs from movies I did not see.
The artist is the Blacksmoke Organisation, which sounds like a weapons-manufacturing company.
Regardless, this is their WMD.
(*The answer will follow at the end of the article!)
I took to Twitter to see if other people had similar memories.
Your dad already let me know.
Someone will inevitably knock over a bucket of popcorn or a soft drink left on the floor.
No matter how slow the concessions line is moving, being an asshole wont speed it up.
And if the theater is slowly flooding, they have to stop the movie.
*Word Jumble answer:VAN HELSING
