Little Red Wagon Repairman
Girls Can't Wrestle
I was 15 and it was my local neighborhood McDonald's which was a block and a half from my house. I remember the interview when I was asked about my greatest strengths. I was shy and modest and not able to give an answer. I got the job anyway. Two weeks later I got fired. They said my drawer was short a few times. I didn't steal anything but about 4 other people had access to my drawer. There was nothing I could do about it and the job sucked anyway. I remember my boss being a lady with a face so oily you could butter toast with it. The other manager was some skinny-fat weasel who looked like he cut his hair with a pencil sharpener. I held a grudge for 2 years before returning as a customer to my local neighborhood McDonald's.
