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Cap'n D's (a great little seafood place). My first "real" job and the thing that convinced me that education was a good thing.
The manager had a different dress code for me than anyone else. Everyone else (except the asst. manager) had a blue polyester shirt. I had to wear a white shirt, black pants, black shoes and a tie every day. In the interview, he mentioned that he hated my high school and only hired me in order for the fun of torturing me. I was 15 and didn't know any better. That's ok, though. I saw him working behind the counter of a convenience store about 10 years ago.
The worst part of the job (and there were many) was having to use my bare arm to mix up the tartar sauce (3 gallons of mayo, 4 cups of pickles, 1 cup of onions). If you ate at the Cap'n D's at Kingston Pike and Northshore Drive during the summer of 1985, and you found a hair in the tartar sauce, chances are it was mine. Sorry.
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