I don’t remember ever being told that I needed to get a job, but when Lisa was 16, she had a job, therefore, because she was my hero, I had to also get a job at 16. It also followed, that because she worked at Larson’s Family Restaurant, that I had to work there as well.
Both Mom and Lisa told me there was NO WAY I’d be able to work for Marion, the owner. Well – anytime someone tells me that – I have to prove them wrong. I applied and worked there as a waitress from age 16, all thru high school and summers during college. Marion LOVED me!
I didn’t mind being a waitress. I was able to make pretty good tips. I was also the equivalent of a teacher’s pet to Marion. I wore white SAS shoes (my 65-year-old grandma had a matching pair). Marion would always use me as an example to other girls on the proper shoes to wear.
My last two summers as a waitress, I decided I needed to work extra, so I also waitressed at Country Kitchen during the graveyard shift. I’d work 11:00 pm – 7:30 am at Country Kitchen. Then I’d go over to Larson’s Restaurant and have a quick breakfast and nap in a booth before starting my shift from 8:00 am – 4:30 pm. After work, I’d go home and crash till about 9:30 pm, when I’d get up and do it all over again. Wow – I still don’t know how I ever did that. Just typing it makes me tired.
One of my favorite stories about waitressing was the time that I dumped an entire tray of water on top of a guy that had his leg in an elaborate cast/brace. Another fun time was breaking up a fight between a couple of girls after bar-time and getting a standing ovation from the restaurant.