August 3rd, 2006
The prickly, witty, and often raunchy "Clerks" sequel proves that grace permeates the grunge, grease and grit in the lives of suburban fast food minions.
When I was in high school I had a job selling shoes at the Randhurst Mall in Mount Prospect, Illinois. It was a step up from counterboy at Walgreen’s, but not by much: nametags, minimum wage (then a whopping $3.35) and “Can I help you?” from 5-9 p.m. I lived for the 15 minute breaks.
And for the cash. Like most of my peers, I worked retail because I wanted stuff: comic books, movie tickets, novels and, of course, video games. It was the dawn of the arcade era — I needed quarters for Joust and Defender, and some more serious bank for a ColecoVision.
Even so, for a kid retail work is largely mindless and depressing. You can do it for a while, but you always have one eye focused on breaking out and trying…