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Originally Posted by SuperFemme
My first job was at Del Taco. It traumatized me.
Drive-thru dialogue:
Hi. This is Adele.
Welcome to Del Taco
Would you like to try our Del Burrito or our Del Burger?
I felt like such a hooker.
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WORD! My first job was at a Mom and Pop's greasy spoon in the boondocks of Arkansas. It was owned by a very loud, very dysfunctional family that included a very flaming Gay son who was not out, a MEAN actively-alcoholic Mother, and a Father who was a penny-pinching miser who used to make us re-use tin-foil and re-serve rolls that people had already touched. EWW.
I washed dishes and kept the buffet full. It was gross and demeaning work for $4 an hour cash.
One night, the mean-Momma had made a bunch of pies to put out on the buffet. She had them cooling on a freezer in front of the main window and someone came by and shot the window with a BB gun, scattering little specs of glass everywhere.
The miser-Daddy proceeded to hold each one up to the light and pick out the flecks of glass with a dirty pocket knife. EWWWWW.
They later had to shut down when someone set the building on fire.
No, it wasnt me.