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The Santiago Maratea who helps ticket sellers

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Given the choice, we preferred the cinemas of the Multiplex chain. In other words, whatever movie we want to see, we first ask ourselves if they show it there. I am modern people that claims to live in a modern state and today a modern state is the one that puts work before machines rather than machines.

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In other words, this is a country that may not need new wine tasters, but yes or yes, you need ticket holders.

The same in the subway: we only chose to go through the windows. It’s our modest contribution to the cause. If you need to load paper GO OUT We go to people who work on an hourly basis, receive paychecks and enjoy their holidays.

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In a station of Row D, the relationship –yes, relationship- started strained with the woman at the window who usually eats greasy biscuits. With a short gesture of carved fingernail, at our request, the lady showed us the machine where there were two people waiting to top up the card.

The machine accepted the queue without protest, while the lady who performs the same function chewed without stopping. We are still good and empathetic people, so we decided on a new compassionate approach by discussing why it is preferred buy the ticket for her or whoever is manning the window.

The woman took our humble and noble cause for a compliment and let out a sweet-smelling laugh.

At a station on Line D, the relationship began tense with the woman at the window eating biscuits.  Photo: Rafael Mario Quinteros

At a station on Line D, the relationship began tense with the woman at the window eating biscuits. Photo: Rafael Mario Quinteros

-Don Saturn?

-Hahaha… No, Jorgito! – she corrects, better disposed to her task-.

Keep jobs

We took the opportunity to explain to him the theory according to which technology should interfere as little as possible and we told him about the friendly crusade: that we are a kind of Santiago Maratea low intensity looking for the simple preservation of the source of the work.

People, in general, go to the car so, over the days, we had the chance to make more and more friends with the lady who is supposed to load the car. GO OUT more regularly.

We see that we agree on the schedule and suddenly, “Pst…eu”makes a joke in the distance, one approaches and we talk for a minute about things that have to do with the subject, for example the clothes of the Pope that went viral a couple of months ago.

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An increasingly common question

The mania of machines and windows without service. It happens in banks, theatres, supermarkets, subways, subways, cinemas. The source of the work has disappeared from the hall of the Cinemark Palermo. It is gloomy and even a little nostalgic to see that the back counter is nothing more than a structure for more and more electronic ticket machines.

Cinemark Palermo no longer has human ticket agents.

Cinemark Palermo no longer has human ticket agents.

You arrive to get your tickets and are faced with a row of machines. For those of us who can compare, there’s still a subtle difference between a computer and a person asking for your debit card.

There are no ticket offices at Cinemark Palermo. The Venezuelan medical student who assisted us with unprecedented grace is gone. We looked it up to see if they were selling popcorn, but no. We ask about her, we describe her best. Nobody knows anything.

The type of attorney Must be an institution in that cinema. A very nice gentleman who can explain how to get tickets. And he can pull it off himself. Re macanudo the human being. He approaches you asking you what movie you will see. He waits first for the user to doubt and then continues the whole operation until you receive the tickets, not without wishing you to enjoy the function.

-Line?

Smiling people for having bought tickets at the Multiplex Belgrano, where people are served.  Photo Martin Bonetto

Smiling people for having bought tickets at the Multiplex Belgrano, where people are served. Photo Martin Bonetto

No one hails a car

Machines have made us a little rude. Of course, no one hails a car. There is no reason to do so, but since they are everywhere, the disappearance of certain basic rules of coexistence and cordiality is already being studied.

Accustomed as we are to technology, it would seem that we forget “good morning” or “good afternoon”, depending on the time of meeting with another being in the flesh.

Inside multiplex Belgrano, however, there are ticket offices clearly visible with ticket holders. “Hello!”, you greet almost joyfully. Sometimes the mere presence of an individual can even arouse enthusiasm.

-Good night.

Good night.

-Two for “Misanthrope” please…how are your things?

-Well, thank you, luckily there’s enough work today.

Source: Clarin

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