Near the end of my shift selling tickets...

[seriousfic]

Two frat boys (you know, camouflage pants, Disturbed T-shirts, two-tone haircuts) come in.

Frat boy: Guess what movie we want to see?

Me: *takes money, prints out tickets* Hannah Montana is downstairs.

We loled. (No, I really printed them out tickets for Wolverine. I like not getting fired.)

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Are those really frat boys? The frat boys I hate are in wildly overpriced American Eagle/Banana Republic/J. Crew clothes, often in pastel colors, with uncombed hair and flip flops and reeking of Axe body wash.

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Well, you know, youngish jocky types. The kind of guys you know from looking at them are here to see Wolverine.

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Ha! Tonight, I sold a ticket (To Fast and the Furious) in a guy wearing a camouflage t-shirt that said "The Klan" on it.

It took every ounce of willpower not to inform him that the movie was full-up with Mexicans.