My first job was at Ricky's Dog House; a fast food hotdog place. It was 1971. I remember learning the cash register and giving change - something kids can't do today. I remember an elderly couple - he ordered coffee and a small french fry. They came every Saturday. He drank the coffee and she ate the fries. I also remember the boy who cleaned the fryer was severely burned when the oil splashed all over his chest. I was only 15, but I didn't panic. Got him cold towels and ice and cleaned up the mess while he sat with the ice. Boy, those are old memories.