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Theaters present problems
By Shelley Stone
Business Manager
Movie theaters used to be
easy to attend, but in the past
three years they have added so
many restrictions that it’s
worse than trying to enter the
Soviet Union.
The past few times I went
to the movies I ran into several
complications. The minute I
stepped up to the counter to
purchase a “Rated R” movie
ticket, the lady asked me (18
years old) and my date (20
years old) for our identifica
tion, claiming that we looked
16 years old. She added that if
we were 16, she could be fined
$300. I considered the ex
perience humiliating, since she
was stalling a very long ticket
line and the other patrons were
staring at us like we were
criminals.
What makes me angry is
the fact that most movie
theaters do not check iden
tification and they are letting
16‘year olds get away with at-
tending “Rated R” movies. It
is only fair to check everyone’s
identification if they appear to
be 16 years or younger.
Another time, I walked
into the theater with a ‘Big
Gulp’ and a grocery bag with a
few candy bars. I might add
that by purchasing my snacks
at 7-11, I saved myself about
$3. Anyhow, the ticket collec
tor must have picked me as a
suspect for drug and liquor
smuggling, because he smelled
my Big Gulp for liquor and
checked my sack for a liquor
bottle, or drugs.
He claimed that they were
just searching to make sure
that I wasn’t bringing in any
glass or breakable objects. He
mentioned that they had been
having problems with teen
agers breaking glass in the
theater and throwing objects. I
don’t think that I would have
made a good suspect for such
an accusation. I could under
stand it if my breath happened
to smell like booze, or I ap
peared to be the violent type to
throw items around and break
glass.
Later on that week, I
went to a different theater for
a change of pace. My friend
asked me to buy her a glass of
water. I walked up to the
counter and confidently
ordered a large water, figuring
it would cost about 15 cents
for the cup. Wrong. A large
water costs the same as a large
soft drink and to top it
all off, you have to fill the cup
yourself from the water foun
. tain. I pity the person who just
needs to take an aspirin. The
theater claims that the cup has
to be accounted for in their in
ventory. You’d think the place
would be getting enough
money to account for the cup
from all their over-inflated
prices of candy, pop and pop
corn, not to mention the
ridiculous prices they charge
for ticket purchases.
More recently, I walked
into the theater with my head
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held high. I managed to hide
my Burger King hamburgers
in my purse, I only paid half
price for admission since I had
a coupon and I managed to get
in without having my iden
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say, “There’s no business like
show business.”
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‘Little Things’
make life enjoyable.
easier to love
By Doug Vaughan
Editor in Chief
What is life? Life is life. But is living life
loving life? What makes us love life? Do we? If
we don’t do we have life left to love?
Personally life is what a person makes of it
and what they don’t. It seems from the time we
are old enough to understand what life is, we
are pressured to succeed. In trying to succeed,
we do not live life to love life.
In a world of Pulitzers (my dream), Em
my s, Tonys, Oscars, Meyers (well, not that far)
we sometimes lose touch with life, not living,
but life. For the people who can’t regain touch,
life is nothing but an ego trip to see to what
limits they can reach.
The only awards for which I am eligible are
the Little Things awards—the ones that mean
the most if you are going to love life.
Others can take their $100,000 a year, their
Mercedes Benz and all the pressures that
follow. The Little Things are what I enjoy
most. Priceless pleasures like:
A kiss on the cheek.
A full moon.
A full moon with someone you love.
A slow dance with someone you love:
Music, headphones and a soft pillow.
A clear, crisp winter morning.
A first snowfall.
A great meal. Better yet, Thanksgiving Dinner.
An empty parking space.
A warning instead of a ticket.
A glorious sunset.
A precious sunrise.
The smell of a fresh rainfall.
Steaming hot chocolate.
A cold beer.
Two cold beers.
A night in a hot tub with someone special.
The smell of sizzling bacon.
The essence of a freshly peeled orange.
The delight of Halston for women.
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The delight of women.
The driving ability of women. (?)
A long yellow light.
A short test.
An easy test.
Another easy test.
No test.
A crackling fire.
Fresh popcorn.
Fresh popcorn with ketchup.
A smile from someone special.
An apology.
A whisper of sweetness in your ear.
A hot fudge sundae.
A Sunday away from all your problems.
A three-day weekend.
Summer break.
A breaking of a bad habit.
A good back massage.
A message from a long-lost friend.
Support from a friend.
A friendly word from a foe.
A lick on the face from your canine friend.
Teaching an old dog a new trick.
A new joke.
Someone laughing at your jokes.
Someone not laughing at you.
The sound of waves crashing against the rocks.
The gentle mist of the ocean.
A picnic on the beach.
The taste of sand in your sandwich. (?)
A pound of yogurt-covered almonds.
Not seeing another yogurt-covered almond for
months.
The sight of a “long time no see” friend.
A weekend with that friend.
A hot episode of “All My Children.”
I The thought of having your own children some-
I day.
So why do we need that $100,000 a year,
the four-car garage and an Emmy or Oscar on
our mantle? Actually, some of us don’t. We en
joy almost everything...we love life. ,
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