Tickets were cheap when i worked to the cinema for 50 cents an hour. The manager chased after us “candy girls” as we were called. I walked out on my good job when he suggested I sit in his lap for job favors. Nowadays I’d say “me too” about my job in the movie industry, except I was smart enough to get away from the old perv who managed the theater. I don’t know why I didn’t out him. I still don’t care to go to movies.