The Inspection Redux

This is a FITK re-post (with added images) from November, 2007

The transition from the "soaring sixties" to the "sleazy seventies" was a bit bumpy at times, to say the least.

It was early in 1970, I was sharing a girlfriend with a classmate (you really don't want to know) and they both worked at The Suburban World movie theater, which was actually a little gem of a cinema. Moorish decor and twinkling “stars” and floating “clouds” on the ceiling. The Sub World had fallen upon hard times, it was reduced to playing Scandinavian “art house” films (really just soft-core skin-flicks with subtitles.)

My shared-girlfriend would often cashier there and would let me in to see the movies, which really were most peculiar. I remember one film in particular where the leading man had parked his car outside a woman's apartment, revving his Volvo while she revved her vulva:

Inga

On a different night one of my girlfriend's co-workers was interested in meeting her “other boyfriend.” This “usherette” came smiling up to me with her hand extended so I put mine out in return, but instead of shaking it she deftly inserted her hand into my pants pocket, giving me a most thorough examination.

At the time, her actions seemed a little forward, although somehow it fit in with the milieu.