“Hold the pickles, Hold the lettuce, Special orders don’t upset us,
All we ask is you let us, Serve it your way.”
Our uniforms reminded me of ketchup and mustard. After riding the city bus to Miami Beach to my first paying job, I’d paste on a smile, greeted customers, took their burger and drink orders, and handled the cash register.
“Running in Heels: A Memoir of Grit and Grace” page 101
#TBT – Yeah, I did that.
Reflections From the Heart 
Just finished reading your book yesterday, Mary. I will blog it today – Loved it – a book full of hope and overcoming and redemption. Thank you for sharing your heart and painful experiences—–so many need to know they can make it.
❤
cate b
You look so c.u.t.e. ❤
Heehee Thanks, Tess. Can’t believe how eons ago that seems 😉
I know what you mean. I look at pictures from days gone by and wonder if that was really me. Oh well. Time flies and we only get better with time. Right? ❤
That’s what I’m counting on, Tess. So far, so good 😉
It’s true if I believe it and I will make it happen. See. 😀