Long John Silvers was one of my first jobs in high school. Riding my bike on Saturday, hungry, smelly, and with jeans that hugged my thin frame to the point of being naughty, I went inside. The sign on the door said, “Help Needed.”
All the high schoolers went there to eat lunch because it was close, cheap and fast. Having only two classes in the morning I could work most of the day. I confidently walked up to the cash register as I desperately needed a job.
The manager hired me immediately, and I started the next day. I was fast, efficient, and an extremely hard worker. After a month, I got a nice raise and was in charge of the register. I made the next car payment on the old blue Maverick, for which my dad agreed to pay the insurance.
It was my second month on the job. Mr. Gorgeous sashayed into Long John Silvers with his muscular body in one of his beautiful suits. He always came alone and early. He would sit at the table right where he could watch me. I was flattered. In a city where women out numbered men three-to-one, a young woman’s choices were limited.
To continue reading please visit MasticadoresIndia and please be sure to like, subscribe and share. Thank you.