Does your first "real" job even exist anymore? Someone asked that online, and my answer is below.
Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha. My first job was working the counter at a 'neighborhood market', a
sort of hybrid between a convenience store and a tiny burger joint. This was
before franchised convenience stores and mini-marts. Convenience stores and
burger joints seem to be doing well, so my first job exists and will probably exist for a while.
I think the thing that kept the little store in the black was the location, which was
across the street from the junior high. During the rush before and after
school, kids had to go to the outside window. Candy was kept behind the
counter.
I don't know if this was before diet soda, or if we just didn't sell any at the fountain.
I think the fountain taps were coke, root beer, cherry, and green. I think the
green was lime, but it wasn't carbonated. The cherry would have been called red
if it wasn't a standard thing to order a cherry coke. You can't make a cherry
coke with red.
My boss called me over to act as a witness, once. He had been changing out
the cash register and when he threw a handful of pennies on the counter to
count, one of them had landed edge-up. I can testify. I saw him throw them and
then step back, raising his hands. Then I leaned over and saw it sitting
there. I can confirm: it happened.
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