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OT: The summer of 1958 Part Deux.

Wufee

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Dec 12, 2001
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For any that didn't read part 1, you need to go read it.....first.

Ok, we had just reported for our first day of work and just finished sizing each other up . It was Monday and we opened (for the season) on Friday. I knew that we had to hump to finish in time. We finished the first day and got a lot done. From now until the end of season, we'd start our workday at 11am and finish between 12 and 1am. If it was a double feature, it was closer to 3am.

On Wed, I went out to Mr Harris's farm and picked up the 2 raccoons. Yup , raccoons. We had 2 cages on the playground that housed the little shits. One of them was mean as hell and fast. He would bite without provocation or hesitation. His name was beast. You can probably guess the others name. It was a female. They were world class pains in the ass. Once the gates opened, I had to keep one of the boys up there until closing. Otherwise, Beast would bite 10 or 12 kids.

Alright, Friday rolled around and I was nervous as hell. After i describe the evening to you dudes, I think you'll understand . Don't forget, I'm a 15 yo dumb assed kid and in charge. I got the guys and we met in the concession. And I drew us up some cokes. A side note: one of the fellas had a small, metal machine that would role up a cigarette. It was roll your own, except the little contraption did the rolling. Back to the story. 6 of us rolled ourselves a smoke and lit up. To be honest, I enjoyed smoking but I'm thrilled that I never picked up the habit. The one not smoking was Clifford.

About Clifford. He had 3" and 30 lbs on me , a 3 sec attention span, and I was constantly on his ass. I'd catch him gazing off into space or screwing around with a bug or something. He wasn't a bad guy but he drove me ape shit. I got in the habit of calling him Cliff-turd and that makes me feel bad even today, but he made me crazy.

So I gave the fellas a briefing on how we would work tonight and what to expect. I handed out our pristine white coveralls (our uni) their flash lights with the orange cone on the end. We finished our cokes and smokes and went to work.

First thing you know it's 6:30 and cars are already lining up. I round up the guys one more time, tell the to have fun and if they run into some dick head, to give two whistle blasts and we'd come over to help. Yea, we used whistles, remember boys, the transistor was in its infant stage and we had no walkie talkies. So here's the way we set up. I was at the ticket booth with hot Sheila (she was 30ish and built like a brick you know what. One of the boys was about 25 yards down the driveway , another down at the ramp that we were directing cars and 2 on the ramp driveway , directing cars to parking spaces. I had another guy on the the playground , to break up scuffles and keep Beast from eating kids. The 7th guy was a rover.

Hot damn, it's 7:00, we are open, and hear they come. Side note: I think hot Shiela was Mr Harris'lady friend. My job was to make sure nobody gave hot Sheila any crap. Also to watch for sneak-ins. These were always teenagers (usually from the surrounding small towns). They'd either lay on the back floorboards or 2,3,or 4 would be in the the trunk. They couldn't get by me, the dumb shits wouldn't latch the trunk lid, thus it would jiggle or they always would want to park on the last row. Both were dead give always. They would never be early , they always came in later,thinking that we wouldn't notice.

Anyway, we knew it was gonna be sold out. So I'd stand there, trying to look up hot Sheila's skirt, watch the cars, and speak to people. There was a constant stream of, hey Wuf, eat shit, or hey Wuf, are you getting any, or hey Wuf, are you flogging the log, and on and on. Naturally these were friends and acquaintances coming to the movies. Hot Sheila would just roll her eyes.

I'd stay up front for the first 45 min or so, then I'd call up the rover and I'd go to the back row to catch me some country boys trying to sneak in. I could write a complete story on this topic alone. Picture this, it's summer time, temps in the 95 plus range, and a car comes to the back row with the trunk lid flopping and 2 to 4 swinging dicks in there. I'd watch em park, then I'd stroll over and take a position about 25' behind the car and just stand there watching the movie. It had to be 125 degrees in those trunks. So I'd just stand there. So after a while, the lid would pop open and the boys would roll out, sopping wet, with shit eating grins on their faces. Rarely was any one pissed.The record time in a trunk was 30 min. They'd either pay up or hit the road.


Dang it boys, I'm sorry but I need to do a part 3 tomorrow. This is long and I got more stuff including my fight. Again, sorry for being a windbag.


To my friend Chris,
It was a real downer for me to hear of your problems. Knowing the kind of dad you are, I'm confident the kids will be fine. I'll be praying.
 
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