Trudy was sick today and
Allison was the lone usherette
at the Rialto for the Rio Bravo
retro-showing. The lower level
seats were amply filled with
seats of both genders. Allison
went to check the balcony which
seemed from her view unoccupied.
She was wrong. There was one
occupant there and she was startled
to see who. "Mr. Nelson!" She
recovered as quickly as she could.
"Are you comfortable?" He put
his forefinger to his mouth and
shushed her. "Please don't tell
anybody." "I won't," she managed
and hurried off. A light tap on the
projection room door opened it.
"What is it?" Mr. Gottlieb asked.
"You won't guess who's watching
in the balcony," Allison emitted.
"Okay, I won't guess," the old
projectionist dead-panned. "Ricky
Nelson." "I knew his dad Ozzie,"
was the best she could raise from
him. Sneaking back off to the
balcony, she peeked around the
wall. Ricky was gone and in his
place was-- was! "You chased
off young Ricky, Miss Pilgrim,
but you won't skedaddle me!" he
rumbled in a poor stage whisper.
"I wouldn't think of it, sir," she
snapped smugly and returned to the
reality of the Rialto's lower level.
Allison was the lone usherette
at the Rialto for the Rio Bravo
retro-showing. The lower level
seats were amply filled with
seats of both genders. Allison
went to check the balcony which
seemed from her view unoccupied.
She was wrong. There was one
occupant there and she was startled
to see who. "Mr. Nelson!" She
recovered as quickly as she could.
"Are you comfortable?" He put
his forefinger to his mouth and
shushed her. "Please don't tell
anybody." "I won't," she managed
and hurried off. A light tap on the
projection room door opened it.
"What is it?" Mr. Gottlieb asked.
"You won't guess who's watching
in the balcony," Allison emitted.
"Okay, I won't guess," the old
projectionist dead-panned. "Ricky
Nelson." "I knew his dad Ozzie,"
was the best she could raise from
him. Sneaking back off to the
balcony, she peeked around the
wall. Ricky was gone and in his
place was-- was! "You chased
off young Ricky, Miss Pilgrim,
but you won't skedaddle me!" he
rumbled in a poor stage whisper.
"I wouldn't think of it, sir," she
snapped smugly and returned to the
reality of the Rialto's lower level.