DATE: AUGUST 2ND, 2015
TIME: APPROX. 8:30 PM
So, this was it. Hopefully tonight would be the night that Spenst finally lands himself a job. He had seen a new ad on the bulletin board the night before and decided that it would be perfect for him. There were no day hours, just night. Wonderful night! You see, a day job was pretty much impossible for an alien like Spenst, and the owner of the Drive-In, should he wish to know, would soon know why.
The outdoor theater, luckily enough for him, was pretty easy to find. As promised, the blinking sign by the road made it difficult to miss. He followed the sign, and it wasn't long before he found his destination. The Ectonurite took a moment to survey the venue. It certainly looked like it would be a great hangout spot. Perhaps his friend Ola would care to join him sometime? Well, there was no point in standing around like this for much longer. He had a job to nab!
And so the ghostly alien made his way to the concession stand, where he assumed was the best place to start looking for the owner, Knock Out. There was certainly a robot there, and he could only assume that it must be the owner. Welp, here goes nothing!
"Ah, excuse me! Knock Out, isn't it? I saw your ad, and I came to inquire about possibly working here."
TIME: APPROX. 8:30 PM
So, this was it. Hopefully tonight would be the night that Spenst finally lands himself a job. He had seen a new ad on the bulletin board the night before and decided that it would be perfect for him. There were no day hours, just night. Wonderful night! You see, a day job was pretty much impossible for an alien like Spenst, and the owner of the Drive-In, should he wish to know, would soon know why.
The outdoor theater, luckily enough for him, was pretty easy to find. As promised, the blinking sign by the road made it difficult to miss. He followed the sign, and it wasn't long before he found his destination. The Ectonurite took a moment to survey the venue. It certainly looked like it would be a great hangout spot. Perhaps his friend Ola would care to join him sometime? Well, there was no point in standing around like this for much longer. He had a job to nab!
And so the ghostly alien made his way to the concession stand, where he assumed was the best place to start looking for the owner, Knock Out. There was certainly a robot there, and he could only assume that it must be the owner. Welp, here goes nothing!
"Ah, excuse me! Knock Out, isn't it? I saw your ad, and I came to inquire about possibly working here."