Way Back Wednesday!

My first job ever was at Famous Recipe Fried Chicken, a local chicken joint in my home town. I was 16 and had to wear this God awful squaredance type dress in red and yellow calico print. I looked like a granny quilt. To make matters worse, the yellow pinafore that went over the dress had a big, plastic chicken head sticking out of the center of my chest. So here I am, 16, with a chicken head thrusting out of my chest like in alien, working the cash register and all the boys from school come in and see me like that. But I didn't tell you the worst part. It was 1979 and was paid $2.10 an hour to wear that uniform. Why couldn't I have picked a job with a cool uniform like Hot Dog On A Stick?