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The waitress sat us down at a table. Fuck. I saw the look on my mom’s face… PISSED. “Ummm can we get a booth, please?” she said in a bitchy way. Sooo embarrassing… all the kids I go to school with work here, I wanted to yell at my mom but hey- my life sucks.
By Babs on 05.24.2011
One time I was driving to and from my boyfriends moms new house and I saw an adult mart. I thought aobut how gross the booths in there must be and I really apprecitated my job. Also I thought aobut why JOn’s mom would be living so close to such a place alought that’s probably irrelevant to her moving considering it’s just her sisters house that she moved into and it can’t be helped really
By Stephanie on 05.24.2011
I met you at the blood bank, we were looking at the bags. All I can imagine is you standing over at the booth and you’re so damn beautiful. Your laugh. Your smile. The way you cringe when the needle breaks your skin and then sigh as if you’re relieved that you’re not dead. You’re so adorable in every possible way. You’re like a fresh breath of sunlight caressing the morning air and kissing the deepest corners of my starved lungs.
By Tess Powell on 05.24.2011
i think about kising booths, voting booths, telephone booths. and resturant booths
By veronica on 05.24.2011
sitting at a restaraunt
john wilks booth
riminds me of Bones
By tiffany federer on 05.24.2011
i want to go in a photobooth with you, just you and take insanely cute pictures. the ones that make others feel sick with nausea but when all is said and done you can just feel the love shared between the two people. that’s what i want.
By jennie URL on 05.24.2011
She sat inside the telephone booth,
and his breath fogged up the glass.
She fumbled with his buttons as she headed towards the past.
With one eye on the telephone, and one on his skin,
she moaned ever so softly as someone walked in.
By Lover of sun URL on 05.24.2011
By tiffany URL on 05.24.2011
I love looking at all of the booths when we go to the flea market in the summer. I browse for old wrinkled books, rusty garden tools, fresh baked cookies and forgotten toys. We always get snow cones and walk around enjoying the heat of the day and the many faces we pass by, everyone looking
By nest URL on 05.24.2011
Even on the darkest day you shine like a star collapsing in on itself. You are such a wonder to behold. I remember first seeing you at the telephone booth. You took up so much time and had so little cares. You didn’t even care about MY time that you were taking up but your carelessness was so innocent and beautiful and when you peered outside of the glass window…you just smiled at me and that was the moment that I fell in love.
By Tess Lane URL on 05.24.2011
The kissing booth the fortune telling booth the booth i held for Mideivel market as an astrologer. What do all these have in common? They are meant to catch your eye and draw forth your spare change for a silly service! What more could one ask for in American than silly street vendors…gotta love capitalism.
By Cayanne on 05.24.2011
The ticket seller leaned his head against the cold metal tray in front of him, mourning the loss of his summer day. The sound of rubber sole scraping over concrete brought him out of his thoughts, and made him lean his head up to survey the new arrival. An older man stood there in a worn wool coat, looking slightly confused. “Jeremy?” The man said to the apathetic teenage boy behind the plexiglass. The summer sweat on the boy’s face turned cold. “Yes?” He said, fear running through his spine.
By Riley Frost on 05.24.2011
something tall and upright with a door or curtain maybe someplace to sit or lean they might be where you get your photo taken or where you make a phone call or ph- other things. thoob kind of sounds like thumb and also my name.
By bert on 05.24.2011
It was cold outside, too cold for her to be out there, standing on the corner, shivering in her fishnets and faux fur coat. A telephone booth stood behind her, calling to her with the promise of a windbreak, but she wouldn’t move. Couldn’t move. Knew if she did, Andre would shout. And when Andre shouts, everyone listens, and everyone gets scared.
By Sally URL on 05.24.2011
photo booth. “i’ve never been in one before,” she stated quietly and looked at her feet. “well would you like to?” he beamed and grabbed her hand, pulling her into the seat next to him. “say cheese”
By maddie Smit on 05.24.2011
bones brennan hot old guy love slimy diner food red blue john wilkes booth lincoln rhymes with tooth phone photo fun
By who cares on 05.24.2011
where i belong.
By ilker222 URL on 05.24.2011
photobooths are always a wonderful opportunity to take pictures with friends, but mostly, they’re a cliche way to make memories with your loved ones. I’d prefer if they weren’t in malls though, considering that I’d much rather not have to smell auntie annie pretzels for three hours. Maybe they should consider putting photobooths in random places. That’d make for quite the arrangement of customers. Street corners? Parks? Maybe we could have a port-o-potty that doubles as a photobooth! That’d be nuts.
By Michael Bennett on 05.24.2011
A toll booth is an entrance. To where? Who knows? Could it be to another world? Even if it looks just like another road, an imagination could lead you to a whole other dimension. The possibilities are endless. Dream. Life is more than what is.
By Morgan on 05.24.2011
Phone booths are weird to me…almost everyone in the world has a cell phone, and they seem useful only in the instance in which someone’s phone had died. But even in that case, I would rather enter a random business and ask to use their phone rather than use a dirty, gross phone booth that other use.
By a dude on 05.24.2011
As i sat at the booth awaiting the teller a very shy boy walked up next to me. With his head down and eyes planted firmly on the ground he began to mutter a few words i could not make out. “Excuse me, what was that,” i asked him.
By SHAY URL on 05.24.2011
She watched him, as he indulged his own reflection; she wondered if he had any room for her in there with him in that photo booth. Was all he saw in their relationship, all about him. She realized that somewhere in some other booth someone searched for her in that same space.
By visage URL on 05.24.2011
Booth a describing word, also the last name of one of the main character on the show Bones. A phone booth, like the one shown on Doctor Who, that has now changed to a red phone booth in London, England, Europe.
By Nichole URL on 05.24.2011
my friend allison’s last name is booth. her family is nice. my sister and i used to pretend to sleep in the booths at a restaurant, we’d make two snoring noises, then go “cock-a-doodle-do” (to represent that the rooster was crowing and it was time to wake up), then say “yay! its morning!” then, somehow i guess in our game we realized we were in a restaurant, so we said “aw, man.” and went back to sleep. we did this over, and over, and over again to our own little rhythm.
By Brandi Morse on 05.24.2011
photobooth, a way to express yourself and have fun
Picture booth makes memories
By Doozka on 05.24.2011
I refused to listen to him, and I yelled as my voice echoed through the telephone booth.
“I’m sorry…listen babe, we’re out of time. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
And then he hung up, before I had time to say anything else.
The dial tone would ring forever through my ears.
I would never forget that sound…ever.
By Izumi URL on 05.24.2011
Booth is an odd reminder of a superhero. Whenever I hear booth, I think of a superhero jumping into a phone booth and changing into a hero!
By Steel Anjel URL on 05.24.2011
they line the walls of that godforsakenplace down the street
sink your ass into cold, french-fry greased squeaky red plastic.
i’ll take a plate of pancakes and some coffee PLEASE. thanks marge.
By caitlin URL on 05.24.2011
only booth seats were in the bright, tawdry mexican restaurant. i climbed in the one next to you as we sat across from your father. he never wanted to grow up, and i respected him for it. such a goofy man, saying, “whole-ahh” to the waiter with a sheepish grin.
By roberta URL on 05.24.2011
i was in a telephone booth calling kathrin asking her if she wanted to go out with me and she said no!that was something i expected to happen but it’s nice to have some things going good with your life once in a while
By jim on 05.24.2011
I love getting the booth seat. it really is the best seat in the house. …except on prom night. i mean, really?
By Rupert URL on 05.24.2011
The sound booth is scary. Isolation. But every mistake heard. No ambient noise to soften the edges. Every buzz every imperfection shouts out to the listener. But how better to perfect one’s playing than in a sound booth.
By elizabeth b URL on 05.24.2011
I walked to the booth to buy my cotton candy,and there he was.The first thing I noticed when I saw him was his nose.It was absolutely gigantic.
By Ali URL on 05.24.2011
The girl sat in a booth and cursed the smoking laws that wouldn’t let her light a cig in the restaurant. She desperately needed one to calm her nerves as she waited on some guy her friend said was decent. Not nice, not handsome, not funny, just decent.
By Alecia Stephens on 05.24.2011
a place that you can sit in, whether its for where your going to eat or snap a picture. Booths have many purposes to a person through out their life. You can make out in a booth meet someone new in a booth. You can go through old memories with someone in a booth or create new memories.
By Alicia Monceaux on 05.24.2011
Booth is the last name of the main character on Bones. His first name is Seely. This is a weird name that make me think of silly or slimy. He is neither slimy or silly. He is in fact quite handsome. He and Bones are expecting a child together. This is amazing even though the show will probably end sine shows always do.
By Sarah on 05.24.2011
I think of toll booths, where I often drive through. Thank god I have ezpass because I would be sitting there for hours. I often get lost like today when i ended up stuck in the mud by the boat harbor in buffalo.. I think. couldn’t even tell you where I was,.. Should have just kept going through the toll booth’s.. would have been easier
By christine URL on 05.24.2011
I spent all day resigned.
you were sick; time
would end at six, anyway-
but you came because
you promised, and
I trembled. End of the world;
end of composure –
I touched your face.
By Irina URL on 05.24.2011
The Phantom Tollbooth contains a section where the main character comes across a small, eccentric conductor as he is about to conduct the dawn, and I will always remember that the oboe was yellow. Encouraging a sort of synesthesia, I search now for colors in the sounds that I hear, particularly as I play the in the Wind Ensemble.
By Krystal URL on 05.24.2011
I sat in a booth with my boyfriend. He was my new boyfriend. It wasn’t love at first sight like anything or that. But it was love. We were bestfriends. What more could anyone ask for being with your bestfriend. Thats happiness. We sat there in the booth just happy.
By Melanie Cleary on 05.24.2011