Sentence examples for a tiny booth from inspiring English sources

— From a tiny booth at a festival here, a radio station host gave Representative Mark Steven Kirk, the Republican candidate for Senate, a moment to make his pitch between plugs for free massages and the corn dogs being sold a few booths away.

Our guide leads us out of the room, to a tiny booth behind the wall where the SS slid their guns through a slot and shot the inmates in the backs of their necks.

Among the dozens of businesses crammed inside the building are a soot-blackened jewelry workshop, a row of drab employment centers, several ginseng stores, including one that doubles as a tailor, and the tiny booth of a fortuneteller who, according to local legend, keeps the ghost of a little boy in a jar under his desk.

Ray Kennedy, director of Herman Miller for the Home, an influential visitor to young designers trying to break out of anonymity, took a hard sniff at the Moorheads' tiny booth but has not made a move to pick the products up.

But they're not just called "pens" by the court staff there is actually a sign, above the doorway to each tiny booth, that says "PEN," which presumably means some court official somewhere ordered those signs, and that they paid for with tax dollars.

Calf-A-Coffee, a tiny white booth with a green roof, has been steaming milk in another vast parking lot about a mile away for three years.

The 1,500-square-foot 1,500-square-foot 1,500-square-footttespaceree chasdelongs and a tiny "phone booth" room (they would prefer you take calls there, if necessary).

She worked in the dining room, fed pigs, helped on the wards, and ran a tiny broadcast booth that played music and announcements.

In fact, that smile inside the tunnel belongs — at least on certain afternoons — to a uniformed attendant named Carmella Davis, who spends her days inside a tiny, lighted booth beside the roadbed, waiting for an accident to strike.

"Yesterday we had a manatee in here the whole time," said Sativa Smith, who does sound, lighting and stage direction for each performance from a tiny control booth next to the tank.

At Central Booking, we were taken into a narrow courtyard in between the two huge towers that make up the Tombs complex, then led through a tiny armored booth, and then along such a maze of concrete and poorly lit corridors that by the time we arrived at our holding cell I had no sense at all of where we were.