I had a short lived job at a famous fried chicken chain when I was 16 (had to pay for that old and very cool 1966 Ford Mustang somehow) back in 1977...I remember coming home smelling like oil, "ice skating" along the greasy floors...the color coded tops for the salads which signified just how old they were....and please folks...word of advise..don't order mashed potatoes and gravy close to closing time.

[This message has been edited by SeattleDeb (edited 01-02-2001).]