When I moved to Colorado, I took a job as a server at Gunther Toody’s. I lasted one week.
Why such a short-lived serving career, you ask? The answer to that question is two-fold.
Reason one: Three days into my training, I was tested on the menu. One of the questions was Explain the difference between Marilyn Fries and Elvis fries. I wrote, “Elvis fries can only be filmed from the waist up.”
I thought that was hilarious.
My trainer disagreed.
And reason two: Black jeans.