The Kissing Booth
Copyright 2013 Douglas T. Vale
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The kissing booth fundraiser was announced in the school papers Friday, and next Monday the booth opened for business in a corner of the food court. On the outside it looked like a flimsy navy-blue tent with a hanging doorway of tinkling jade. A mousy girl with disorderly brown hair over her eyes and braces slouched in a foldable chair, greeting the curious. She had a clipboard on the floor next to her.
"You can go in for twenty-five cents," She said. "Just twenty-five cents for a good cause."
At first hardly anybody tried it. But twenty-five cents wasn't much, and the school, like so many schools, encouraged boredom. So a few students paid their quarter and went in. When they came out, they wouldn't say exactly what they'd seen, though many would give you an enthusiastic 'whoa, dude, whoa," and shake their heads. Soon enough lines built up in front of the booth. The poor mousy girl kept a fresh paper stack under her chair, since she got so many visitors now, and many repeat visits.
The booth was only supposed to be open for business a week, but because of its popularity they extended it for two weeks. At the end of two weeks it was popular as ever, so they gave it three weeks. In the middle of the third week Myron Solaro decided he ought to try it.