i think of an english booth of phone and this stupid movie about a phone booth which was trying to be sofisticated and it’s kind of difficault for me to type hereon the keyboard – and i don’t even look and i have a lot of mistakes!
Oded
Remind’s me of my friend; don’t ask me how. He is the physical manifestation of the internet. Figuratively…or not…
The little booth we sat in was lonely. There wasn’t a single soul to be seen as we sat there for hours just talking. Words couldn’t express how relieved I felt to be with to my dad after all these years, telling him everything. Then I woke up. I tasted the painful reality. He’s still in heaven.
Rachael Marshall
A booth is much more comforting than a table and chairs. It requires some snuggling. It requires that you get to know the person next to you. It is designed for us to be close. Chairs are such solitary pieces of furniture. Where would I like to sit? The booth, please. Always the booth.
Julianna
everyone always requests a booth in a restaurant and it’s really annoying. The food is the same at a table as it is in a booth. I think a booth is more comfortable, too, but i don’t want to make anyone go out of their way; the waiters are most likely having a stressful day. I wonder how many tips they each go with at night and what they spend it on.
Madeleine
the phantom toll booth was a book i read in english class in 5th grade. we have to drive by toll booths usually when we leave town. booth has the word boo in it and the word on the screen is purple. the two o’s look like boobs. PHANTOM toll booth was good
Madeleine
we stilled ourselves for a matter of minutes. the moment lingered as the plastic films rotated and clicked into place. we acquiesced to the demands of the instructions: clear face, no smile. and for that moment we were as nameless and faceless as any other dehumanised digit, the blank canvas by which authorities and officials would judge if we matched their precedented criteria.
hannah
Roaming around a carnival, checking out all the games and rides and shows. Do you see a night sky or sunlight? Who did you come with?
My imagination filled the booths with basketball hoops, balloon-filling water guns and the Kentucky Derby. How does yours fill in the highlights and shadows of this carnival?
My friends and I were sitting at our favorite round booth at Kozy Kitchen when we agreed collective imagination can be much more vivid.
Vaughn’s was a flea market where employees bummed cigarettes on their lunch break. Even down the road, standing in a phone booth with cracked Plexiglass, I could hear them perfectly.
“I know you have smokes,” the woman insisted. “I gave you a Camel Light yesterday. Don’t be such a penny pincher.”
The penny pincher laughed.
Whenever my father and I got out to eat, he always asks for a booth because he is too fat to fit at a table. It always makes me really sad. I love my dad. I wish he were happier.
it is in a crowded place with thousands of people. they come and go every day. sometimes different, sometimes the same. and all with their own feel as they sit in the booth
Shayn Stephens
Some special place that you get to go in special times.A kissing booth. Fun. A voting booth where you get to cast your vote for the future, good or bad. A booth at a fair might serve up the best food you will have this year. A booth at the farmers market my sell you the freshes produce. A booth at an art show you may see things that you never saw before. A booth the sells books you take you places you have never been.Booth is a good place for special times and special things.
George
st.louis diners, 3am, too much coffee. I’d like to have booth in my kitchen. Also makes me think of john Wilkes booth. Makes me want to go eat french fries and read about presidents and their assassins. hmmmmmmmmmmmm. i’d have an orange and brown booth, maybe with a bad 70’s floral print.
There it was. Standing there being just filled with people. The booth hears it over and over. Check.Check.Check. It cares for the privacy of people. It sits, protecting.
Avery Torres
I took a seat–for that is what I came to do. I sat there pondering whether to get a beer or just wait. Wait to live or to die–either way I wouldn’t be completely satisfied. It is my own fault for not doing what I should have done. Now I must pay the consequences. So I sit in the booth, pondering… Nothing more.
Jazmine
Funny how I’ve been watching “Bones” all day. So I think Sealy Booth. Hate how scaredthat show makes me. Although I like the adrenaline rush. And I like seeing how many episodes I can watch. As though I’m immunising myself. You cannot want to live in this century with constant fear.
Senior year, I went to prom. It was only the second dance I’d ever gone to in high school. i didn’t really want to go, but I went. They had a photo booth in the gym. I took lots of pictures with my friends but I looked so fat that i didn’t show them to anyone.
valerie
I was standing by the booth and this lovely young lady came over. She asked me, “What are you doing at that both”? And I replied, “waiting for you”.
William Camacho
one day i was walking along the sidewalk and i noticed a taco booth. but it wasn’t just and ordinary taco booth, it was a majestical taco booth.
Lynnsie
a place to take fun pictures with friends and your hot boyfriend. this place will never get old for as long as you live. you collect silly pictures from booths as many times as you can. the end.
laura michel
At the time I wasn’t sure how I would explain this to mother. Sitting in the tollbooth I wondered how much longer I could hold my breath. The last few pieces of me standing still on the other side of the glass. Hopefully no one will step on me. There’s more, so much more. How do I know where to go from here?
Lacey
There was a booth. Just sitting there in the middle of a field. I kissing booth I suppose? I’m not sure/ So we walked up to it. The dull light, the sky was orange and the light was perfect. I saw everything about her. I was in love. It wasn’t just a kissing booth; it was more than my future could ever bring me.
Carly
“How on Earth are we all fitting in here?”
“It’s about to take the picture!”
“Your elbow’s in my face, Jerry!”
photo booths is one invention that i find is the most aannoying, you never seem to have the right change or enough change and then when you do the booth is out of order ! How annoying a ohoto booth can be. Can some create one that takes notes.
gen
“Let’s put a stop to this. Right. Now,” I looked him straight in the eye. I could tell he was asking me in his mind if I was serious. “You’re not doing this right h–” “Yeah, I am,” I cut him off. “Because I’m done putting you before myself. I can’t possibly live my life when I’m busy living yours too.” And with that, I slid out of the booth and left.
cramming into a photobooth taking pictures with friends, sitting in a booth at Friendly’s eating ice cream, phone booth making a call in the city to a friend, sitting in a booth eating eggs at the diner,
Emily Finnegan
The daily commuters don’t even see him anymore. If it weren’t for the tourists he would just leave and never come back. It’s funny how they always want to go to the same eight places. No one ever asks how to find the museum of mismatched socks or the parade of the sad people who hate their jobs. Most people, he’s decided just aren’t that interesting.
“We’d like a booth please.”
The waiter took us to the far right corner of the restaurant. It was just the two of us when the waiter left. Nervous and losing appetite I drank some of my water in order to calm down.
A man sat beside me in a booth. I was at a diner in Kansas, just passing through. When he walked in the diner a tumble weed outside the window kept pace with him as he walked toward me. “Tumbleweeds are nomads like me. May I have a seat?”
Amber
We sit in this booth. I stare at you. You stare at me. I’m in love with you and I wonder if the same is running through your mind. Breakfast is served, but I ordered your heart. It doesn’t come fast enough. And I am in a rush. Must have ran out in the kitchen.
I serve tables at work. Most people only want to sit in a booth. Even if you only have tables in your section, they insist on sitting in a booth. Why is a booth so special? I realized I hate sitting in booths at restaurants. I always have to put my purse behind my back so I’m close enough to the table. Maybe I just have bad posture. But with a table I can scoot right up to the edge. No purse necessary.
Lillian
the tv show Bones. a phone booth. everyone always requests a booth in a restaurant and it’s really annoying. The food is the same at a table as it is in a booth. I think a booth is more comfortable, too, but i don’t want to make anyone go out of their way.
We always asked for the booth. We can sit closer that way…on the same side. Men like it when you are beside them instead of facing off.
Angela Moland
we sat at the booth contemplating life or death as the pizza arrived. and then the room went dark cold lips pressed against mine.
milan
I sat in the booth at the fast food place as the people came in through the front door. Suddenly a man with a long beard came in through the side exit and started screaming about pandas being loose in the parking lot.
Janel
a small room or space in which everything can happen if you are smart enough to think about things that no one ever thinks about. that’s what a booth is,right?
i think of an english booth of phone and this stupid movie about a phone booth which was trying to be sofisticated and it’s kind of difficault for me to type hereon the keyboard – and i don’t even look and i have a lot of mistakes!
Remind’s me of my friend; don’t ask me how. He is the physical manifestation of the internet. Figuratively…or not…
good
The little booth we sat in was lonely. There wasn’t a single soul to be seen as we sat there for hours just talking. Words couldn’t express how relieved I felt to be with to my dad after all these years, telling him everything. Then I woke up. I tasted the painful reality. He’s still in heaven.
A booth is much more comforting than a table and chairs. It requires some snuggling. It requires that you get to know the person next to you. It is designed for us to be close. Chairs are such solitary pieces of furniture. Where would I like to sit? The booth, please. Always the booth.
everyone always requests a booth in a restaurant and it’s really annoying. The food is the same at a table as it is in a booth. I think a booth is more comfortable, too, but i don’t want to make anyone go out of their way; the waiters are most likely having a stressful day. I wonder how many tips they each go with at night and what they spend it on.
the phantom toll booth was a book i read in english class in 5th grade. we have to drive by toll booths usually when we leave town. booth has the word boo in it and the word on the screen is purple. the two o’s look like boobs. PHANTOM toll booth was good
we stilled ourselves for a matter of minutes. the moment lingered as the plastic films rotated and clicked into place. we acquiesced to the demands of the instructions: clear face, no smile. and for that moment we were as nameless and faceless as any other dehumanised digit, the blank canvas by which authorities and officials would judge if we matched their precedented criteria.
Roaming around a carnival, checking out all the games and rides and shows. Do you see a night sky or sunlight? Who did you come with?
My imagination filled the booths with basketball hoops, balloon-filling water guns and the Kentucky Derby. How does yours fill in the highlights and shadows of this carnival?
My friends and I were sitting at our favorite round booth at Kozy Kitchen when we agreed collective imagination can be much more vivid.
Vaughn’s was a flea market where employees bummed cigarettes on their lunch break. Even down the road, standing in a phone booth with cracked Plexiglass, I could hear them perfectly.
“I know you have smokes,” the woman insisted. “I gave you a Camel Light yesterday. Don’t be such a penny pincher.”
The penny pincher laughed.
Whenever my father and I got out to eat, he always asks for a booth because he is too fat to fit at a table. It always makes me really sad. I love my dad. I wish he were happier.
it is in a crowded place with thousands of people. they come and go every day. sometimes different, sometimes the same. and all with their own feel as they sit in the booth
Some special place that you get to go in special times.A kissing booth. Fun. A voting booth where you get to cast your vote for the future, good or bad. A booth at a fair might serve up the best food you will have this year. A booth at the farmers market my sell you the freshes produce. A booth at an art show you may see things that you never saw before. A booth the sells books you take you places you have never been.Booth is a good place for special times and special things.
st.louis diners, 3am, too much coffee. I’d like to have booth in my kitchen. Also makes me think of john Wilkes booth. Makes me want to go eat french fries and read about presidents and their assassins. hmmmmmmmmmmmm. i’d have an orange and brown booth, maybe with a bad 70’s floral print.
Photo booth. Take a picture and smile. Make a silly face instead. Faces close, fit in the frame.
There it was. Standing there being just filled with people. The booth hears it over and over. Check.Check.Check. It cares for the privacy of people. It sits, protecting.
I took a seat–for that is what I came to do. I sat there pondering whether to get a beer or just wait. Wait to live or to die–either way I wouldn’t be completely satisfied. It is my own fault for not doing what I should have done. Now I must pay the consequences. So I sit in the booth, pondering… Nothing more.
Funny how I’ve been watching “Bones” all day. So I think Sealy Booth. Hate how scaredthat show makes me. Although I like the adrenaline rush. And I like seeing how many episodes I can watch. As though I’m immunising myself. You cannot want to live in this century with constant fear.
Senior year, I went to prom. It was only the second dance I’d ever gone to in high school. i didn’t really want to go, but I went. They had a photo booth in the gym. I took lots of pictures with my friends but I looked so fat that i didn’t show them to anyone.
I was standing by the booth and this lovely young lady came over. She asked me, “What are you doing at that both”? And I replied, “waiting for you”.
one day i was walking along the sidewalk and i noticed a taco booth. but it wasn’t just and ordinary taco booth, it was a majestical taco booth.
a place to take fun pictures with friends and your hot boyfriend. this place will never get old for as long as you live. you collect silly pictures from booths as many times as you can. the end.
At the time I wasn’t sure how I would explain this to mother. Sitting in the tollbooth I wondered how much longer I could hold my breath. The last few pieces of me standing still on the other side of the glass. Hopefully no one will step on me. There’s more, so much more. How do I know where to go from here?
There was a booth. Just sitting there in the middle of a field. I kissing booth I suppose? I’m not sure/ So we walked up to it. The dull light, the sky was orange and the light was perfect. I saw everything about her. I was in love. It wasn’t just a kissing booth; it was more than my future could ever bring me.
“How on Earth are we all fitting in here?”
“It’s about to take the picture!”
“Your elbow’s in my face, Jerry!”
photo booths is one invention that i find is the most aannoying, you never seem to have the right change or enough change and then when you do the booth is out of order ! How annoying a ohoto booth can be. Can some create one that takes notes.
“Let’s put a stop to this. Right. Now,” I looked him straight in the eye. I could tell he was asking me in his mind if I was serious. “You’re not doing this right h–” “Yeah, I am,” I cut him off. “Because I’m done putting you before myself. I can’t possibly live my life when I’m busy living yours too.” And with that, I slid out of the booth and left.
cramming into a photobooth taking pictures with friends, sitting in a booth at Friendly’s eating ice cream, phone booth making a call in the city to a friend, sitting in a booth eating eggs at the diner,
The daily commuters don’t even see him anymore. If it weren’t for the tourists he would just leave and never come back. It’s funny how they always want to go to the same eight places. No one ever asks how to find the museum of mismatched socks or the parade of the sad people who hate their jobs. Most people, he’s decided just aren’t that interesting.
“We’d like a booth please.”
The waiter took us to the far right corner of the restaurant. It was just the two of us when the waiter left. Nervous and losing appetite I drank some of my water in order to calm down.
A man sat beside me in a booth. I was at a diner in Kansas, just passing through. When he walked in the diner a tumble weed outside the window kept pace with him as he walked toward me. “Tumbleweeds are nomads like me. May I have a seat?”
We sit in this booth. I stare at you. You stare at me. I’m in love with you and I wonder if the same is running through your mind. Breakfast is served, but I ordered your heart. It doesn’t come fast enough. And I am in a rush. Must have ran out in the kitchen.
I already say a bunch of thing about this word.
in spanish means “cabina”.
Don’t know what else to say…
there is a toll booth at the turnpike
there is the kissing booth at the fair
some people try to cram their bodies into a telephone booth for FUN??
now explain that picture to me as being fun LOL
I serve tables at work. Most people only want to sit in a booth. Even if you only have tables in your section, they insist on sitting in a booth. Why is a booth so special? I realized I hate sitting in booths at restaurants. I always have to put my purse behind my back so I’m close enough to the table. Maybe I just have bad posture. But with a table I can scoot right up to the edge. No purse necessary.
the tv show Bones. a phone booth. everyone always requests a booth in a restaurant and it’s really annoying. The food is the same at a table as it is in a booth. I think a booth is more comfortable, too, but i don’t want to make anyone go out of their way.
We always asked for the booth. We can sit closer that way…on the same side. Men like it when you are beside them instead of facing off.
we sat at the booth contemplating life or death as the pizza arrived. and then the room went dark cold lips pressed against mine.
I sat in the booth at the fast food place as the people came in through the front door. Suddenly a man with a long beard came in through the side exit and started screaming about pandas being loose in the parking lot.
a small room or space in which everything can happen if you are smart enough to think about things that no one ever thinks about. that’s what a booth is,right?