I once worked over a grill to make ends look at each other with wistful detachment without really ever meeting. The place was a little dive just outside of campus that stayed open late. You have probably heard stand up comedians talk out these places, dark huddled houses of waffles and international pancakes serving the dregs of humanity and staffed by people just behind the drunks in the intoxication department.
I enjoyed the hell out of it.
See, the most fun about it was that we worked nights. Being a cook in an all night dive sucks, to be sure, but remember: You are the only one there. The owner is at home nestled in his bed. Any self respecting manager earned the right to see sunlight years ago. The inmates run the drive thru asylums, my friends.
I enjoyed the hell out of it.
See, the most fun about it was that we worked nights. Being a cook in an all night dive sucks, to be sure, but remember: You are the only one there. The owner is at home nestled in his bed. Any self respecting manager earned the right to see sunlight years ago. The inmates run the drive thru asylums, my friends.