Cruel Hand Lou
Cruel Hand Lou
I’m still till talking about my first job at the movie theater that no longer exists. Woodfield III & IV.
It’s gone now, replaced by Pier 1 Imports, which is not nearly as much fun late on a Friday night.
Let me tell you about one of my first fellow ushers. No, not Kevin, that rascally troublemaker that almost got my face cut open. He came around much later in my theater career.
I’m talking about a whole different injury thanks to as guy that we’ll call Lou, another usher just a few years older than me. Lou was mostly a nice guy.
During one afternoon shift during my first week at the job, our manager told us that we had to move dozens of five-gallon soda tanks from our second-floor storage area down to the parking lot. This is where the distributor would collect our empty tanks and replace them with filled ones, which would then have to be carried back up the stairs and placed in storage.
For reference, check out the picture. And multiply by about six.
Between those hauling around those tanks, big drums of oil, and really heavy sacks of popcorn seed, I got a workout that summer.
So Lou told me that the best way to get the tanks from storage to the street was to use gravity.
We would work together, Lou said, to move the tanks (dozens of them) from the storage area to the outdoor space above the theater marquee. Then, I would go down to the street level and he would drop the tanks down for me to catch and set in the parking lot.
Simple enough. Move the tanks, then he’d drop them down to me to catch.
The empty tanks aren’t THAT heavy and I can catch them, right?
Of course I can!
I’m young and strong!
Is your warning light flashing yet?
After catching dozens of tanks, my arms were sure glowing, tingling, and very mad at me. My hands were swollen and gnarled. My arms were two swollen, throbbing bruised masses.
My brain was just a little less ignorant than it was 30 minutes earlier.
Lou, you got me. Ya got the new guy.
My revenge was not letting the people hired after me fall for Lou’s prank.
The last time I saw Lou was a couple of years after he left the company. He came to visit the theater, driving a beat up yellow sportscar wouldn’t always stop when you stepped on the brakes.
A kind of car karma, I think.
How about you? Have you fallen for any kind of cruel initiations or practical jokes?
I told you mine…let’s hear yours!