Comments on: Buttery

By: Kelly

Kelly — Tue, 25 Apr 2006 02:30:42 +0000

It’s my first visit to your website. After just a quick browse, I’m really impressed!

By: andy

andy — Mon, 10 Apr 2006 15:40:31 +0000

Dude, I want some buttery! Also, I should tell you that I worked at a certain fast food place and we couldn’t just say clean, we had to “McD” the stainless steel. I don’t know what the hell that means, but that’s what we had to do. The boxes that contained the shipped in cleaning supplies were also labeled, “McBroom” and “McMop.” Delicious…..

By: Pete

Pete — Mon, 10 Apr 2006 06:31:48 +0000

40 a foot for quality tile is not that bad. I would use the really cool looking tile for accent pieces. You might try telling the tile place you are getting the tile for your contractor and get a discount. I got 40% off for one of my tile jobs. YMMV

By: amy

amy — Sat, 08 Apr 2006 17:36:12 +0000

I’ve never worked in a movie theater (though I put in my days as a Pizza Hut waitress) but the people at our old local theater would always ask “Do you want butter?” and my husband would say, “Do you have real butter?” It just amazed him that they would call it butter when it clearly, clearly wasn’t. I can’t eat it either. When we first lived in Hawaii there was one theater that did use real butter, and also sold homemade brownies. They closed long ago- I missed them.

By: Beth

Beth — Sat, 08 Apr 2006 13:39:27 +0000

I also spent my high school years working at a movie theater. We had polyester blue pants, shirt, clip on butterfly tie and choice of vest or “sportcoat.” Anyway, before the big promotion to ticket sales, I did my time at the concession stand, selling popcorn with topping, as in, “would you like topping on that?” The worst was the people who demanded extra, extra, extra butter. After seeing that stuff go into the dispenser in solid chunks, I’ve not had movie theater popcorn in almost 20 years.

By: Sunshyn

Sunshyn — Fri, 07 Apr 2006 16:22:33 +0000

If you’ve ever read “The Talisman” by Stepen King, there is a scene in which Jack, the main character, has accidentally brought Wolf, a “wolf-boy” from a different dimension, into our dimension. Wolf is freaked out because, well, our-world overload, so Jack decides to take him to a movie (which turns out to be a spectacularly bad idea). Wolf wants some of the popcorn, but without the “urine” on it!

By: jen

jen — Fri, 07 Apr 2006 15:47:27 +0000

I realize that the whole McJob stories comment area was totally yesterday but I am FAR TOO LAZY to actually click “previous” and enter it on the appropriate page so I will just tell you two slightly amusing anecdotes from my early workforce days. I mean, really, why stop a good thing from happening?

i think we may have all worked for a video store. Along with the “late list” duties, there was a troubling recurring activity that came up. More than once I had to explain to irate people that no, we didn’t have a porn section, and that no, I didn’t know why and that no, I wouldn’t consider making a porn with you. Ew.

Second story: I once worked a Christmas season as a “Mall Greeter” and had to wear a red velvet vest and bowtie and open the door for folks and wish them a Merry Christmas. This was before it was taboo to actually say “Merry Christmas” to someone. 99% of the time people were so confused by my prescence that they assumed I was some well dressed homeless person begging for spare change or trying to sell something and avoided me and the door I was holding open. I remember I got promoted to “Mascot Escort” and I actually considered that a step up. Good times.

By: joseph (cuppa)

joseph (cuppa) — Fri, 07 Apr 2006 15:22:20 +0000

Ah.. I worked the candy bar back in the day, and we had to call it “topping”.

By: warcrygirl

warcrygirl — Fri, 07 Apr 2006 14:56:49 +0000

“The word “duh” hung unspoken in the air until JB and I slowly backed away, leaving her to attend to the customers who could actually afford to adorn their shower walls with squares of sun-dried black tar heroin.”

Bwahahahahaha!!! And we have a dozen KK donuts in our kitchen as we speak. Triple glaze, indeed.

By: Kaire

Kaire — Fri, 07 Apr 2006 14:36:22 +0000

Dana’s golden shower comment just made me laugh out loud. I’d some how forgotten the horridness of polyester uniforms even though I’ve not forgetting about my 10 mths. of hell wearing one. Don’t forget the sensible shoes with non-slip soles! I used to have to kneel behind the fry vat and clean the giant cow pattie sized grease dripping piles. The grease would grind into the knees of my 100% polyester blue pants, but some how it always came out in the wash. Best part of that though was that my mother was still doing my laundry!