Most of us have been lucky enough to have had that one magically clichéd summer job that, looking back on it now, probably could’ve been the basis for a coming-of-age teen comedy some years later if we had made the right connections instead of just fucking off at work.
For me, it was the AMC Memorial Square 8 Theatres, long since destroyed to make way for a Super Target, I believe. A classically partitioned eight-screen movie-house, it was surrounded by a Black Eyed Pea and a Christian book store; it was also my first job since quitting the Belle Isle Library as a wanton high-school senior. I mean, going into college soon, I felt like I needed a job with a bit more of a future—after all, eight-plex movie theaters weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, right?