[SuperFemme]

Originally Posted by Medusa

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.

Oh my god how did you deal?
umm? do you still have the lighter?