Motion, I can feel heavy vibrations through the seat fabric. What the heck is going on? Slowly, I climb the wall of fabric and pull myself ontop of the seat-chair. WHOA. Who turned out the lights? Everything was black.
"D** people leaving messes everywhere. You'd think people would've learned to throw away their own trash. And some jerk must have left his stinking gym clothes."The young theater worker dressed in black slacks, white shirt and a a maroon vest (same color as the seats) stuffs the large bucket of popcorn and the drink into his black trash bag and turns and bends to pick up the discarded clothing.
Suddenly the shiny black material is gone, and now I see…..shoot. That's an Ass! The biggest D*** Ass I have ever seen. And it's coming right for me. Ooomf.
Too tiny for the man to notice, his butt rams into me and the seat as he picks up my clothes. I go flying backwards and catch myself like a ninja, arms pushing against the seat back and legs pushing against the chair. Stuck. If I move, I'll fall onto my clothes….S**, they're gone! D** that is one hard looking floor. K, if I fall I'm dead for reals.
"Better bring these clothes to the front counter, I'm sure the owner will come get them sometime. Hey guys, you ready to send the next group in? I'm all done cleaning up here." The young man walks away and my arms are still struggling to hold me up.
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