Pizza Hut

My first job. After bugging the manager, I was called in for an interview. 16 years old, riding my beach cruiser bicycle 1 full mile and wearing a rare collared shirt and khaki pants. I nailed the interview, meaning I wasn’t high and could speak understandable English.
Highlights of my 2 year, 2 month tenure here included:
— A dumpster Fire
— punk kids spitting on another punk kid, then throwing rocks at the father who defended his child
–Man peeing on tree outside the drive-​thru, facing me.
–A drunk man handed me a bagful of mini-​bottles as a gift. I handed them right back. He called me a «pussy». I stuffed his tacos full of jalapenos.
–16 yr old classmate of mine beating the crap out of a customer who «looked» at his older sister.
–Drunk throwing his wallet at me, demanding that I keep it, then do donuts in the parking lot with his Jeep Cherokee, then blow a stop sign on Taft street and get arrested ¼ mile down the road.
I was here for the Pizza Hut Express conversion. Jealous?