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Hiphipahula
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Fri, Oct 1, 2010 11:58 PM
Ok here's my snappy "I quit" story, when I was a very young teenager I played in a 7 piece horn band at night, we were one of the house bands at Gazzari's on the strip. I was so high and mighty with my new shiny Datsun pick up truck I thought I coud make the $75.00 payment with ease. I couldn't of course, cause I spent all my money eating at Norms & Tiny Naylors after hours and other teen age shit we need like LP's and ... stuff so, I had get a "real" teenager job. Jack in the Box was the fast answer. It was far into July by now and this day gig was killing my fun beach days. After 3 whole months of working there I took a cassette player and my shiny new truck drove it through the drive-thru lane backwards, stopped at the Jack speaker, set up my cassette player on record and when they told me I was driving in backwards and said we won't serve you, I hit the record button and pounded out mt little rhyme telling them "I quit" just like that, I quit. I don't have the tape, long gone and many laughs til I was maybe in my late 20's then I felt stupid and embarrassed. Now I'm old and it's funny again :wink: whenever I watch "Fast times at Ridgemont High" I laugh all over as the Jack in the Box that "Brad" passes on his way to deliver "Captain Hook" food is the very Jack in the Box on Chatsworth St. In Granada Hills I worked at for 3 whole shitty summer months. By the way I received my last check in the mail and a letter stating I have relinquished my rights to work for Ralston Purina ever again. Gosh I hope they don't own a Bar anywhere. P.s. ... Zeta better plan on having that party at the Tonga Hut, I don't think Don's would have him but hell, the TH would :wink: |